Love's Temprament
Times like this,
I sway in the playground of my mood;
Falling into a melancholic digress.
Hovering over me,
Are misty dews of pessimism.
"How knowledgeable is he
That cannot read minds?"
The heart gets burdened
Knowing not if it's curve,
Would ever be straightened.
Your silence broaches my heart.
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