In your love my dear
I have so many gains
I have sold my heart
For your sweet pains
I did all even and odd
For your loving smile
And orchard of sorrow
With tears made fertile
I sat in its dark shade
Waited for your light
The shadow of clouds
I tried to hold tight
Every shriek of heart
I mistook for your call
And whisper of breath
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