The Night was soaked in moonlight,
his voice came to me, charming, like the fragrance of a rose.
The stars were under my feet,
My hand was in his.
Is it his smile, is it the flush of red glowing on his cheeks?
Is it his heart, is it the way it speaks my name in a rhythmic trance?
Is it his eyes, is it the way I drown in its languid depths?
Is it his lips
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There is no way to explain it!
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Pyaar sub se hota nahi par hai pyaar kya kisne jana?
Kat jaati hain umr pyaar ko pechanne mein
Jaankar bhi anjaan na bani, pyaar ka izhar karo
Kabhi to ikraar bhi karo!
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