in the midnight
someone reported Your news
my groom
You are the rose picked at the darkest
when thorns pierced the chest of nightingale
i came out to meet You
Your love is rich and sweet
my spirit is full up and at ease
on the most memorable journey
angels sing without stop
my groom
with lamp on i have been waiting for You
my spirit is fragrant as the roses in night
because i and You combined to one
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