Roar Of My Soul

I have eternally felt lone except when with you.
This is the tone of my tender heart and admit it's true.
You downpour your fondness on me for a very little duration.
I don't know how I will knob this dishearten separation.
Your remembrance always train in my sense and bloodstream.
Your sight promptly carry on my mask a glee gleam.
True love has got the virtue to zap all the inhibitions.
Lone relies his life trip under all conditions.
Roar of my achy heart will never go in vain.
Fog of love in my painful life will for sure once again rain.
Unaccomplished eagerness of life will then give me no more troubles,
Whether I obtain something husky or just get cut down to rubble.

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