Survey No: 143 - Poem by Queeny Gona
I long for your love
Your first love
With which you sought me.
The zeal of your tender heart to seek me
In the early hours of a day
Meditating at noon, on bed and all the time!
Oh! my beautiful bride,
How long will you wander?
Turn to me soon.
What all I need is your First love!
And is what I long from you,
My lovely bride!
It kills me every second,
To see no room for my word
That breaks our fellowship!
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