My nerves turn into strings,
on a guitar, my heart
begins to play the music of my thoughts.
My blood flow stops,
It divides into drops,
and each start's dancing to the tunes.
My mind loses focus,
like someone with amnesia,
Only your thoughts keep running wild in me.
My soul leaves my body,
abandons me, and begins to sing,
the song of you, just for you.
You made my life's garden beautiful,
in which my heart bloomed,
and my life became full of joy.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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