With the dawn of sparking sunlight,
and the charm of varying twilight,
there came a breeze of mere silence,
bending against the blaze of passion,
tickling my heart with crumbs of love.

It was you with flowers in your hands,
or was it the fantasy in my mind,
a fantasy which made me fall in love,
with the angel having a pretty soul.

Cheerful you are with the happiness in life,
love we have with the trust and vibe,
it starts at dawn and ends at dusk,
carries me away from the core of musk,
fate has a habit of bringing people together,
let them be, either for a moment or forever.