Surely what you say is true dear,
We are two different pages in the Time Register
That are linked to each other
But can't be united ever.
Surely what I say too is true dear,
We are two insignificant contrasting figures
On the two different pages in the Time Register.
You a polyhedron,
Like a pyramid you bury inside
The mummy of your affection
Embalming it with stifled emotion.
And I, a piece of literature
Pregnant with vibrant imagination,
Can feel the warmth you radiate
That percolates through the pages,
And I boldly go on singing
The song of struggle and strife,
Love and life forever.
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