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sandy syan Sep 6
You are to me
What the stars are to the sky  
If my life is a river
You are my eternal flow of Nile

My heart is a garden
And you are its only flower
Forever blooming as if the season was spring
Never to fade even in the harshest of the days

In the cold, rough winds of winter
You are the one who provides my soul the warmth
No constellation or Galaxy ever so bright  
The sun is just a mere reflection of your charm

— The End —