There is, but one, I miss
Whose lips gently move
Only pause with a passionate kiss
With glitter; they smile to love.
The one whom I stripped naked
But never woke my lust,
To whom I have proved to be wicked
But never lost my trust.
The one whose company
Profited me resilience,
In the absence of money
Whose attention only cost me romance.
There is, but only one, I miss every season
Is the one who left me without a reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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