Rahman Baba,
"Oh, my love, you are the sun to my day Warming my heart and lighting my way
You are the moon to my night Guiding me through with all your light
In your eyes, I see a love so true A love that's pure, a love that's new
With every breath, I'll love you more Forever and always my love, my core
Like a garden that blooms in the spring's warm light
My heart blooms in your love, with all its might It grows with each passing day, in every way
A love that's beautiful, a love that's here to stay You are my shelter, my peaceful nest
My guiding light my love my best
I'll follow your heart and you follow mine
Together we'll journey in love's sweet vine
Oh, my heart is a canvas, painted with love
A masterpiece, created from above
Your face is the brush, that paints my soul
A work of art, that makes me whole
In your eyes I see a love so true
A reflection of the divine, shining through
Your touch ignites, a flame that never fades
A love that's eternal in every way
Like a garden that blooms in the spring's warm light
My heart blooms in your love, with all its might
The fragrance of our love fills the air
A sweet perfume, that's beyond compare
In the stillness, I hear your voice so clear
A gentle whisper, that calms all fear
A loving presence, that soothes my soul
And fills my heart, with love's sweet goal.
"Oh, my love, you are the sun to my day
Warming my heart and lighting my way
You are the moon to my night
Guiding me through with all your light
In your eyes, I see a love so true
A love that's pure, a love that's new
With every breath, I'll love you more
Forever and always my love, my core
Like a garden that blooms in the spring's warm light
My heart blooms in your love, with all its might
It grows with each passing day, in every way
A love that's beautiful, a love that's here to stay
You are my shelter, my peaceful nest
My guiding light my love my best
I'll follow your heart and you follow mine
Together we'll journey in love's sweet vine
Oh, my heart is a canvas, painted with love
A masterpiece, created from above
Your face is the brush, that paints my soul
A work of art, that makes me whole
In your eyes I see a love so true
A reflection of the divine, shining through
Your touch ignites, a flame that never fades
A love that's eternal in every way
Like a garden that blooms in the spring's warm light
My heart blooms in your love, with all its might
The fragrance of our love fills the air
A sweet perfume, that's beyond compare
In the stillness, I hear your voice so clear
A gentle whisper, that calms all fear
A loving presence, that soothes my soul
And fills my heart, with love's sweet goal.
"Oh, my love, you are the sun to my day
Warming my heart and lighting my way
You are the moon to my night
Guiding me through with all your light
In your eyes, I see a love so true
A love that's pure, a love that's new
With every breath, I'll love you more
Forever and always my love, my core
Like a garden that blooms in the spring's warm light
My heart blooms in your love, with all its might
It grows with each passing day, in every way
A love that's beautiful, a love that's here to stay
You are my shelter, my peaceful nest
My guiding light my love my best
I'll follow your heart and you follow mine
Together we'll journey in love's sweet vine
Oh, my heart is a canvas, painted with love
A masterpiece, created from above
Your face is the brush, that paints my soul
A work of art, that makes me whole
In your eyes I see a love so true
A reflection of the divine, shining through
Your touch ignites, a flame that never fades
A love that's eternal in every way
Like a garden that blooms in the spring's warm light
My heart blooms in your love, with all its might
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