O my beloved!
I don’t want to explain the love
I bear for you.
How poor you are
O my love to give love
In lieu of love.
I don’t blame for what you have thought
Or done
To me of your ignorance or
Something else.
Pardon me for being harsh or rude
You know love
Love and jealousy go hand in hand.
Live your life as you think always fit to you.
Get this old fashioned and rough photo out
Of the all glittering frame of your life.
Love you live long and happy.
I’ll die every day to wish you
All the very best.
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