Is that you? Stitching love together
With metaphors and creating a
Garland for me? Cause every love
Is a growing Garland, the more you
Stitch flowers of ecstasy, the more
It gets stronger...
The noise is music to his ears.
With the noise as my voice,
When he discerns any broken tones,
His heart envisages it to be my voice
And hums along with the tunes.