Am weak and prone to
Bow low at your feet
Weak to put a stop at the melancholy
I choose to go through
To nourish my hopes and dreams
About a love that floats in the wings
Broken by surprise that dwells in the midst
Of every split second I breathe to remember
As the most blissful treasure I have ever
Am weak when you asked me to stay
One more night in the company
Of your assured undying love
Am weak to express all my love
Am weak in loves speech
But am strong enough to love you evermore.
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