By the tree that was shrine to our love
I reminisce of what was another life
I miss your lips – yellow mangoes, drenching with sweet
Eyes, balls of simsim, lazy – submitting me to still
Hair, curly, coal, brushed to stern
The feel of your skin, silky and tan.
By the tree that long hid our secret
There we would whisper, kiss, create
Sunny morns in winter, moments of tender
Butterflies in our palms, away let fly, banter
Lighting and fury, the emotion
Trembling, heartbeats, matched in motion.
By the tree, felled, no longer there
A stranger come, still I care
Love rooted, spreads thick in my mind
The power of love, dragging me behind
My eyes, they fly with the shooting star
A million I wonder – are you there yonder?
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