O ask not, not of thy love
don't remind me of my pain too
it can't be described
not in prose nor in poems
it won't be scribbled
not on papers nor on feathers
it comes with the heaven's breeze, once in while, when i sing thy name
it goes with every sigh i heave, once in while, when i miss my songs
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Plaintive sense of lyrical poetic request.