A Prelude Of Love - Poem by Instalasi Sastra
Bewildering moments in grace,
Every time I see thy face.
In such an odd sense, I felt?
The seven days of bliss,
For thy beauty I surely miss.
In such a bad dream, I slept?
My fondness never succumb,
Albeit thy heart remains numb.
In such a sad affliction, I wept?
Not waste to be patient,
For those wonderful, winsome, wish.
Lurk and wait to be true at last,
In this befallen, bedeviled, bewildered affection.
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