” The Day at outside of The museum”

I was like burning wildfire,
then you came like gentle breeze of monsoon
And touch me with your velvet touch
my burning wildfire turns into dance of flames,
I was like misguided ship;
then you came like perfect force of strong wind
And touch me with your little brave Hand
my misguideness turns into way of goal,
I was like darkest night,
then you came like full bright moon
And touch me with your unlimited light
My darkness turns into source of light.
My life hasn’t felt like home before you
Now all my life turns into a stage and I would love to do all shows of my life with you on it,
One day I’ll find the right words and they will be simple;
till then I’ve this to say
“you’re the way of love,
I’m some immaturity,
if you mix me in yourself,
my beloved it will be a great love story”
 

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