With its zillions of light ampules
And an evening holding your hand
Will hunger ever die and leave me alone
While alive, I will crave again and again
For another night, that is never to be
Never enough, those moonlit evenings
Monsoon kisses, your feet on mine
And an afternoon spent on clouds
Will my eyes ever stop seeking your smell
Among all the voices I will hear while alive
For three words, that were never meant to be
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