The Rebuff of Love
Can somebody tell me about love,
Who is love and where does she lives?
Tell me while my heart stays awake,
I need to know otherwise my heart will not stay a rest.
Tell me why I always rule out in the journey of love
Am I a coward or a dreamer who does not go for his resemblance.
I have replete with all manner of information,
But am cautious when it come to love.
I know the journey of love
I know it embarks by chivalrous, gallant matured people.
But am not exempted from them
I know the journey attracts caring driver, efficient fuel, reliable engine.
As I sat on my bed with a pain in my heart
My brain can not omit how my aimless neighbors have double their slots.
Can someone tell me why women like flashy chaps with narrow visions
How can we the courageous, daring visionary ones are always rule out in the journey of love
As I sat with my widow lay awake.
I could see fireflies darting in disarray like a heart break,
I could hear the frogs croaking in the mid of moonlight with their fondness.
How long would I be treated like a scrap in the journey of love?
I have even lost taste,
I am waiting for my completion in the journey of love where there will be no heartache.
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