I tried to fill my dreams with your presence,
And made you a part of my songs
But only thing I wish- is to see you smile,
While you sleep in your room.
Many things make me lose myself-
But nothing like your perfume.
Staring at you have not been that easy,
Neither were the conversations.
You must be something else to me
Or rather something more.
But it is useless to mention it here
As it has all been said before.
Do you take me as the stupid boy-
Who compares you to the moon?
But all I wonder all this while-
How you look in your room?
Many things make me lose myself-
But nothing like your perfume.
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