If
Let not olden days aspire
All about the you and me
In wild, wild winter of desire
Longing and longing to be
In each other’s warmth
Love is in the air, they say
Oh, with it the minded minds
Vibrantly wish to live and sway
Embracing between the lines
Speechless faith does harm
Now that we both are in the
Arms of the great unbeknownst
Never been such our history
Crazy us that we surely own
Yonder mountain of distrust
Let not this fungus of love
Overwinter in dead leaves of the
Verdant tree of such belove
Entrapping souls to live in the
Same old alleys of our lust
Love is in the air, they say
Ah, with thoughts and dreams
If ego did not part our ways
Love, would it be so deem
Irresistible like us of yesterday
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