sometimes..
when silence is the only explanation
to your wandering thoughts
you'd beg for the night to be longer
stay darker, go colder
Restless soul is not an option
for my heart was never an harbor
Love is a game, complexion
of which life takes heart to ponder
I dwell in my estate of self
thinking of my deed, ain't branching?
If I no longer crave
what is it to do with the pounding?
Never I lack of anything
those hard words I wish I could erase
Yet these feelings can't I elaborate
because there should be no disgrace
my love my one and my only
should I say I was made for you solely?
No matter what comes, come what may!
our heart as one, no one can bring dismay
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