Kidnapped Love
I, a student forever
Always, everywhere
Read delicately
Spend time:
My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!
The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes.
The odorous winds are weaving
A music of sighs:
Arise, arise,
My dove, my beautiful one!
I wait by the cedar tree,
My sister, my love,
White breast of the dove,
My breast shall be your bed.
The pale dew lies
Like a veil on my head.
My fair one, my fair dove,
Arise, arise!
And cry my heart out.
Dug deep as grave empty is heart.
Fill it up; death is welcome.
Where is the romances; romantic love?
Who killed the dove of love?
Does its soul linger in the sky?
Is it possible that we unite?
Undressed, naked, nude and porno
Are words, works and life, demise?
Who uncovered and equalized?
Who fooled the women to mules for ride?
Ask Stolen Sisters “Who kidnapped love? ”
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