My love! May I believe your love can bereave my sad thoughts that made me dip to caber
Oh not to this moment I have known to you
Just got to locked up
Woke up to mock up
No one to talk out
What I love to move up
Oh no! The world is just locked
Let's get out our struggles
Don't make it double
Let's make it a habit
To rub away the distraction
Oh! We now just woke up
To make our living a jog up
Not to go out to lame away
But to make it a hand distant!
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Author:
Allen Antony Andrews (
Offline) - Published: November 1st, 2022 21:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Love is about to be loved and nothing else in the world is so intense either to kill you or save you from your hard times!
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Comments1
Brings me to a poem of past readings, now lost to time, even with the wonders of the internet, some lost things could not be found... of a love that was so much stronger than the hate that the loved did radiate. Of course this poem seems to suggest an symbiotic connection of love and affection. Welcome to MPS!
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