Your open chest
He wants to do a little story with a head on random hair.
Would like to take you to that distance
To roam
Sitting side by side with your hands
To sip in a cup of tea.
Wish you a saree of your choice then take a ride with you.
Occasionally to hug you from behind.
I wish silver sat with you in the open field at night.
Overnight, I will see the moon sitting in both
And the story will be love.