Up on the roof,
Does sit my dreamy flower

When approach I,
The roof,
I look to the moon and stars

Finding her, I find a joyful tone,
Making her appearance, 
In my minds flask,
For she isn't present physically here,
Bit I find her presence in the stars,
Which are flickering,
As my heart does..

What happens in love,
It's about emotions,
Not essential,
If really around she is,
Or has flown in the craft, 
But yes! somewhere it pains,
The pangs I retard by,
Bringing these sort of thinkings

Love does always prosper,
In our lively minds..
It's bearing everywhere in our tasks,
Attired with variant masks

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