Mysterious deeds!
Wonderful consequences!
Many interpretations, little corrections!
Assuaging meant,
Aggravating done!
Love is but a natural mystery,
Hard to comprehend,
Rare to be solved,
A riddle of the heart,
With a little lot of meanings,
To the hearts that feel.
Differences in thoughts,
Contrasts in reasoning,
But same in feelings.
So I had thought.
Fast and straight,
Emptying my thoughts,
Hiding no feelings.
Have I just offended whom I should fence?
Have I disapointed whom I should fulfill?
What and where, is the secret of this sweet trauma?
Battering my heart and taunting my life,
Whatever it is and however it came, I know it is not an act done willfully, but a thought thought innocently.
To help my living and assuage my heart aches, you should but only forgive my thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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