When We Are Learners of Heartbeats, Own

I am a bird without wings Longing for you, for far too long I am a love story of a brushstroke on canvas Within your love and all. When you touch within, thy light in delight I fly there, soaring high When you touch within, thy light in delight I fly there, soaring high. You are the deepest blue, of the eternal sky Clouds, wandering high, where dreams are born Out from nowhere you rush to me, And be my lonesome love, in witnessing soulful me. You are the motif of the embroidered niche, of my imagination A fanciful one, a lover in me, in my loved one When you touch within, thy light in delight I fly there, soaring high When you touch within, thy light in delight I fly there, soaring high. As if, I am, a mere shadow As if the shadow encircles you, in senses of being You are my sparrow of joy, quenching fountain My nihilistic world will find us in a destination, once you are within. You are my days and nights, pastime in eternity When you touch within, thy light in delight I fly there, soaring high When you touch within, thy light in delight I fly there, soaring high When you touch within, thy light in delight I fly there, soaring high When you touch within, thy light in delight I fly there, soaring high When you touch within, thy light in delight I fly there, soaring high.