Always there for you,
Even if its Darce,
Even everything is crumbled,
Even its apart.
With you, From melancholy
till the end erotically.
My wits with you,
Even if its gone,
I'll be with you from,
Sundown till the rise.
I don't know, why my all thought is thee,
Thronged with inevitable desires and supremacy.
I want to flatter mesmerizing
thought of thee,
But can't,
True love is an unfortunate secrecy.
I wish to be the rose on your hair, I can't
But remember I'm always there.
- Author: Symphonically_Amazed ( Offline)
- Published: February 2nd, 2023 08:23
- Comment from author about the poem: жду одного affinité méritante
- Category: Love
- Views: 14
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