When you pause to hear the iridescent rain
Your words sink but I drench in your thoughts
When you talk about the leaves,
the swaying trees
Your images like the wind
tousle, brush past my mind
When you describe your lone walks in the Gulmohar lanes
I see a red hue blind my eyes and my heart blooms
When you tell me about nature,
Like I tell it to the world
I know I have found you
a mate for my soul.
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