When It Is Midnight

Through the miracle mirror
Through the window of third eye
Through the lanes of sixth sense
When it is midnight
I see my fiance.

Smiling stars are dancing
Moon starts flowing
To the ocean of my soul.
I see my fiance on the shore.

I have an image given
by my God
But my fiance yet to get an image
When she will love me
More than my God
God will grant her an image.

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