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To My Dream Girl - 2



Hold me in your arms, let’s write a legendary story,
Of a love saga, never seen by this world,
Let the Sunshine give us its warmth in the day,
And the moon gives us light in the night,
And the stars give us the luck of shooting stars,
And the universe gives us its aura of majesty,
While we write an epic tale of two loving hearts,
Unprecedented and unheard of in this whole existence.

It’s a festival of lights for me to celebrate,
Even if you light a little lamp in a temple,
If you step out of your home, wearing beautiful flowers,
It will give me the fragrance of flowers in heaven’s garden,
If you take a glass of water to drink,
It’s a rainy day for me, with a non-stop breeze,
If you smile at me, it’s a celebration of a lifetime.

Our ardent love brings tears of joy to love,
For finally finding a place for it to be celebrated,
Love takes note of all the words, you utter about me,
So as not to forget the words of jubilation of love,
Words that are sacrosanct, even for love,
As Love finds nothing as lovable as you are,
Oh, My Beautiful Princess, 
You are my dream, which I cherish forever.


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