Lost in love
Did you hear a rhythm divine?
Often tune in a forsaken shrine.
Like that bashful virgin
Dressed in a pure white linen.
Come close and listen to her rhymes
With broken heart she looks sublime,
Wane and wailing in plaintive tone
And restrain herself but in vain.
Might she had a misfortune past
That ignites her passion, enchained her heart.
Her pair of blue eyes
Yields her nothing but tears in prize.
Though I passed her silently
Yet it stirred my thoughts violently.
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