My Love Version
Many times been described by great poet
How love been counted in so many ways
Beyond description, you may not know it
No voices, serenading nights and days
For that one love that will never be mine
I just stood and stare to the weary moon
Feed my sorrow in babble and posed fine
And careful not to cry anytime soon
If you come hither, all my mood change tone
Pamper me with your scent to doze on mead
Mending broken heart, live by love alone
The last echo will be my name thee feed
In my seeking, I sail the evening gale
I said to my dream, “Let free my love tale”
7 October 2020
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