He :
Losing myself into you
Has oft brought me to a sense
Of fulfilment perfectly due,
As perhaps a bud feels dense
Breaking open just at the cue
Of the morning's mildest light-
Pinkish and orange hues
Whence touch the sky bright,
And I think I turn a flower true
Blessed by love of you,
She:
The wine of Life flows in my veins
Since our hearts did intertwine;
Flowers now have a sharper fragrance
And Life is more divine.
Orange and blue are the skies
Under which I worship you;
Let never deceit and lies
Come between us two.
This magical Love and its essence
Overwhelms my Being and every sense.
He:
Your smiling face I then reflect,
My petals drenched by dew
With sweetness of pollens set
Greet my blossoming new,
Losing myself into you
Has oft brought me to the brink
Of an overwhelming view
Of life and love in which I sink
Haply as ever as someone lured
By something pristine and pure,
She:
Since I was young, I had dreamt
And for a great love did I pine;
All such dreams I locked and kept –
And today, you are mine.
The rosebud now becomes a rose
And the heart is a blue butterfly;
Fortunate I am that we chose
To together live and die.
Losing myself into you,
I think I turned a flower true.
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