An Apologetic Bloom - Poem by Instalasi Sastra
To my dear sweetest contemporaries,
My guilt to thee beyond words;
When thou see my whim varies,
A sweetest boon given by our lord.
O my dearest companion,
Would thou accept my bloom;
An apologetic amatory compassion,
So worth it could light my gloom.
O my sweetest adoration,
Thy forgiveness is my remedies;
Don't let it be a vain adulation,
When thou decline to give thy mercies.
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