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August 31, 2011

My one and only love

The touch of your hand is like heaven
A heaven that I’ve never known
The blush on your cheek
Whenever I speak
Tells me that you are my own

You fill my eager heart with
Such desire
Every kiss you give
Sets my soul on fire
I give myself in sweet surrender
My one and only love

There is a certain mystery in the way the sunrays gently touch the window panes. I enjoy looking at them from the outside, sitting on some stairs and watching the unwatched. I also enjoy staying indoors and looking out of the window. Contrary to others' opinions, I am not waiting for Prince Charming. I am a silent observer.
I have often thought about how people came with the idea of a balcony. I refuse to think that it was invented only for domestic purpose. But anyways, hearing this song makes me feel like I am sitting at the window of a balcony, the sun is about to go down, there is smell of mist in the air and a sweet sound of birds flying in the sky. There is a dim touch of silence around and a brittle feeling of surrender. That's freedom. That's love.

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