Dancing to melodies, as joy takes flight.
The auspicious hour arrives, so pure,
Voices in harmony, a celebration to ensure.
Once more, our heartbeats blend as one,
The courtyard echoes, a festive song spun.
"Tak taki niharu re," the chant softly croons,
Anticipation in the air, like sunlit afternoons.
Every word exchanged, a promise to hold,
A path paved with dreams, a story untold.
I'll shape the road, with eyes on your way,
Our bond, oh so true, like the break of day.
Yet, despite the bond, a whisper of doubt,
Why does hesitation find its way about?
In the bower of gazes, hopes tenderly tied,
Nurturing the connection, where emotions reside.
Step forth, cross the threshold, and be here,
Time's embrace is warm, don't linger in fear.
"Tak taki niharu re," the refrain carries on,
Invoking longing's dance, till the last notes are gone.
Each footfall's echo, a promise of delight,
The symphony of blooms, a fragrant flight.
Amidst the blooms, petals softly sing,
As whispers of nature's heart, in harmony, they bring.
And there, the number nine stands in grace,
A symbol of wholeness, of journeys we trace.
Even though you'll bring joys untold,
A shiver of doubt, why does it still hold?
Our bond is unblemished, a tapestry of truth,
Yet shadows of worry persist, clouding our booth.
Why, in the face of love's eternal embrace,
Does my heart falter, why this unsure pace?
Alongside the sun, why does night persist?
Is it the yin and yang, entwined, not to resist?
A desire blooms, the night seeks the light,
Yearning to step out from its shadowed flight.
Even within the moon's celestial grace,
Your essence resides, a familiar face.
Whispers ride the wind, your message in tow,
Breaking barriers, across distances they flow.
Though all is washed anew, pure and fair,
A lone cloud of doubt casts a questioning air.
Why, amid this renewal, does uncertainty dwell,
Like a secret held close, it's impossible to quell?
Our bond remains true, steadfast and bold,
Yet hesitation lingers, a story untold.
Why, in the garden of love's serene sway,
Does fear beckon me, why does it hold sway?
Then, as emotions crescendo and soar,
The refrain echoes once more, like waves on the shore.
"Breaths intertwined, come closer," it implores,
"Step into my world, through the open doors."
"Come to me," it repeats, urgent and pure,
A plea in each syllable, a longing that's sure.
"Come to me," it resonates, the call unfurled,
"Aa jaa re.. Aa jaaa re. Aajaa re..." in a beckoning swirl.
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