Let me be the bug, let me be the bee
For I wish to sting with glee
Make no wound, nor make you cry
Besides you, all else is a lie....
Shower with love, I'll let you be
Ne'er say no, oh dare I be
Be it the moon or be it the stars
Climb up and snatch for you I shall
Rooted in love, firm belief in us
For a shiny future painted so fresh
Oh, you are rare, maiden so fair
Like a flower that blooms once a pyre
Tell me more, help me improve
My imperfections and I shall prove
What I really want to say I want
And am sure - but you halt and sway!
You are right, it is meaningless
I may not end up swaying much
Without you I may continue to live
But love? Nought shall be a jive.....
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