The morning sun,
Thee not been a lover yet,
Thee not been a woman yet,
Yet there are admirers of you,
And, my love,
I say proudly, I am in love with you.
You might not find your love in me,
You would find everything in me.
I am just a lover, no more nor less.
I am waiting for you to wear the red colour,
And come to my life as a charm,
I end this by saying that I am not able to see
Around. I see you everywhere like a mirage.