The Phantom
Needless of your seduction I have fallen;
Deep in the ocean of love; I awaken.
Do you know this feeling you have arisen?
Coming forth like a caterpillar from its cocoon
Such, is my sweet sorrow story,
Told even by the cowry,
Engendered by love’s mystery;
Played to the gallery of misery
How I wished this was not a phantom
Already, it would have blossom
Never to be obstructed by the storm
Yes! I would cherish it to doom
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