But she pines for you
Sleepless with songs
Like a dying swan
When stars come out
She dreams of death
To reincarnate in you..

She dies and dies
But every dawn resurrects her in you…
You are the promised land to her
The prophet who never came.

Thousand nights
Of carnal wine
She incompletes in you
You cleanse her lies
Her tarnished soul
She cries its stains away ..

You are her crux
Her moral home
Her purpose constancy

You are her soul
Her world within
Where all her dreams begin

There is no “her all the way”
If it were not for you
You are her god
Her mind and muse
You are her only truth.

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