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The Soul of Your Song: "You Are My Everything"

You are the rhythm, the beat in my chest,

In the chaos of life, you’re my only rest.

With you by my side, every moment feels bright,

Without you, my world loses all of its light.

You’re not just a want, you’re the air that I need,

The most precious flower grown from love’s seed.


It isn't hate, for I could never let go,

Life without you is a path I don’t want to know.

When I look at your face, my heart starts to chime,

A whisper that says, "You’re mine for all time."


Before I met you, I was lost in the gray,

Just drifting along, through a colorless day.

But you taught me what "love" was meant to be,

A journey of two, a world made for "we."

Now the sun rises high with a promise so new,

Every morning is magic, because it starts with you.


I wait for your shadow, I count every breath,

A devotion so deep, it could challenge even death.

Like a night with no moon, or a song with no theme,

My life is a ghost without you in my dream.


Your name is the echo in every sigh,

The star that I follow in my dark, lonely sky.

Incomplete and hollow, I’d be just a stone,

But you are the peace that I finally call home.

-Jairam Kshirasagar 

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