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Heaven Knows

 Heaven knows, oh the Heavens know,

The depth of love my spirit shows.

Only the Divine can truly see,

How much my heart belongs to thee.

Yes, Heaven knows, only Heaven knows,

How deep this sacred silver flows.

A world without you holds no breath,

This fever of love is life and death.

I’m caught in a grace I can’t explain,

A beautiful ache, a holy pain.

In every whisper, in every plea,

I ask the stars to bring you to me.

For Heaven knows, oh the Heavens know,

The depth of love my spirit shows.

Oh, those eyes... those haunting eyes,

They stole the peace from beneath my skies.

In their depths, the stars align,

The whole wide world begins to shine.

Oh, those eyes... those velvet eyes,

Where my entire universe lies.

How does love ignite its fire?

How do colors bloom from desire?

I find the answers when I gaze at you.

What is the secret of the moon’s soft glow?

How do the tides of the spirit flow?

I see it all in your eyes of dew.

I lose the track of day and night,

Bathed in your shadow, blinded by light.

In every prayer, in every plea,

I ask the stars to bring you to me.

Don't view the world through a glass so thin,

Look through my eyes to see the soul within.

I’ll wear your memory like a crown of gold,

A story of us that never grows old.

Why trade our love for a single life’s breath?

I’ll promise you seven, defying even death.

Heaven knows, oh the Heavens know...

The way my love continues to grow.

Tainu kitni mohabbata dil karda...

Only Heaven knows.

Jairam Kshirasagar 

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