Eyes moisten, by the very thought of you,
Still the mind falters, says am I sure its you

In keeping with the times, and the circumstance of life
The heart takes a dip, a bow and a high

The way you look, is one thing these eyes
Would remember a lifetime, and want to, for longer

For not every flower, can a rose be
And not every rose, that one as you

Deep in the recesses, of this silent mind
Exists the same universe, as witnessed with Out
Come, meditate, and you will realize
The breath Inhaled, is the one that you breathe