If You Stop Loving Me
If you stop loving me
In one day of our upcoming days,
Oh, never be like the wind in each day
Climbs up shadows to reach my lips
If your feelings withered
Like a slow autumn through my windows
Be sure I'll plant another rose in my heart,
So go from me silently toward those isles
Where everything extinguished or forgotten!
For me I shall lift my arms
And pray.
It may the wind passes
Through me and take your roots,
I may not care at all.
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
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