To thy, My Love

You and I under the pink sky,

When talk,

With your eyes looking straight and deep into mine,

Thy souls start to unveil the secret love thrust in thy hearts.

Tis' the soul that weaves us,

Into the fabric of love, 

Just hold my hand in this worldly rush.

Tis' weaves us, weaves, 

With you in the lead,

I love you and You love me,

And this is the need.

You pick up the shattered pieces of my heart,

And teach me to love again, 

You pick up the broken me,

And mend me again, 

Oh Darling!

Let's dance in this pinky rain.

The beats of thy hearts,

Ah! So sweet the melody, 

Even lust couldn't outlaw the power of love, 

And I realised that,

You kissed me,

Even without touching my body