With out end
a dedicated lover
you see
you are.
Torrent pulse pulsing
you feel
and a need
to make out, only-
Praise worthy,
out of love
and then within
reside-
In gist
you bestow,
In sacrifice
confer all the
oxygen
you inhaled
to her, and-
Left
A soul
with all its breathe
of air
you’ve taken
away
with you.
Yet blindly
that you
see
not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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