One, bright November Morning
Where the birds were abound and chirping
The sky was blue, and the grass were wet
And there we first met
Laughter and endless conversations
Of life and its frustrations
And yet, no matter how far we are from each other
Time spent with you only gets even better
Isn't it funny how destiny has cast her hand
As we both were brought to a distant land
Strangers we both began
And yet, fate has written its own plan
You fill my life with happiness
When there once was emptiness
I know I could never find anyone else like you
For our bond is pure and true
You are my North Star
A beacon, guiding from a far
The anchor in a stormy sea
The one true thing, God has given me
Originally written by jigs pasamba for "B"
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