Our friendship is beautiful and rare

There is a beautiful flower
Bloomed in my garden of friendship
He sometimes peeps in through my window
To tell me he is there
I wait for him to say hello
I wait for just a smile
Someone please go and tell him
I have been waiting for him all this while 
Our magic moments I remember
I raise my head and he is there
We have had few moments of love
Beautiful and rare
I raise my eyes to the skies
With no ideas to inspire me
No one to love, no one to live for
Nothing that is beautiful and rare
Wake up dear, wake up
Someone is waiting at your hearts door
To say she loves you
And misses you so.

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