I pine
with twinge
as those lovely
days twinkle and dwindle
I pine
as I twirl
and twist
on bed for I pine for
I dote
upon you
with whole heart,
like the river
that passess on and on
you passed, so,
I pine
for you alone,
to hold you deep again
for my soul crawl out
of me for you
I pine
for my spirit
is in search for you
as I sink my body
in my heart
waiting for my spirit
I pine for you, love...
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