It is indeed short
Buh
Lengthy debt
And
A time of hortative understanding.
I'm starved
Buh
Only for your love
the love which
I ever being dreamt
And I
Ever will be dreaming.
Oh my immortal affection!
To cut a dash
This letup
Is to me, never quiet
And untimely.
What a bolt from the blue!
The tempest in me
Is
Tougher than tornadoes
This incongruous
Premature separation
Will
Nonstop ravages me.
This unforgettable memory
Set me on fire
Conflagrate whole my feelings
And grant to me
A tidal wave of sufferings
And a freedom on chains.
In this evil days
I'm lost
And at the eleventh hour
Remains I
On the horns of a dilemma
At the end of this tether.
This current of my heart
Is perfectly
In synch with every beat.
A perfect bond between us
Without your love, I'm incomplete.
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