I really must be sincere with myself
As much as i need to be frank with you
My heart, my mind, my soul and wish
Is keen and bent on being with you.
These thoughts neither man nor time could change,
Its height and depth a perfect range...
As still and calm a gentle stream,
I'd wait for you, a-vulture's gleam.
Till when your heart succombs my unsaid words,
Like when whispering trees call for strayed birds.
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