I have written your name
On the inner walls of my heart
Nobody can erase it out
It is written with the ink of blood.
I have pasted your image
Deep into the brain
Which shall never vanish
Even in the storm and flood.
I have preserved all your kisses
Locked by the blossomed lips
And kept reserved to give you back
Whenever you find the mood.
I have said sorry for all my wrongs.
Forgive me for at least once
I will bestow all my love
Please don’t get so much rude.
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