My dearest
Birds are chirping,
The leaves not so dry
Rustling under harmonious piping
Of squinting sunrays
Seek thy attention before them fall;
It is today
When the grated heart of past is layered,
And you still in the bed
Me glaring at you
For the whole night I hope,
But, still could not visualize your features
Perhaps it is in dreams where the real comes true!
A droplet,
Struggling on your cheeks
Seeks an identity, however
It sways with the stretch of your lips
My soft nibbles on them
I am so obstinate
O I leaned heavy over them too
Loved and lost
Those tears we shared,
We were happily sad together!
And there with that caress of my lips
Against your warm skin
I do sweep it all
I am empowered west wind
With the touch of my hand
O on your beautiful, beautiful eyes
Though closed, yet a promise to shed no more
Flakes of remembrance and tears
I do bear, so you would that I know
Without you to touch, I would be an empty shore
Oh I leave, I have to!
Adios!!
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