O virgin chic
You tell, I stole your sleep.
The love arrow has gone through your heart.
It bleeds hard with no visible cut.
You too took away my sleep.
My heart has a frequent tremor with a beep!
I never want you to prove with pearly drops.
I look at mine and count our painful cuts.
Days come and days go.
Wish we could play with our bow and arrow!
Plead with the Valentine to bless with the things fine!
We have more our time to burst with blushed shine!
O virgin chic
Long wait kills!
From more to more grows love thrill!
We now burn in fire but soon will bathe in joy!
The wait is dull but can't be a killjoy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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