My Love
My Love…
My Love…
Aren't you real? You, my dear! You, my dear!
Am I awake? Are you here? Are you here?
Your voice echoes, in my dream, too extreme,
Like a mirage, you are near, you are near.
If you are here or sincere, reappear!
Pain from your love, too severe, too severe.
With the morning breeze, I'm the lips; you're the kiss.
No matter what, do appear, do appear.
Not having you in my dreams, I will cry,
Come back again, do not fear, do not fear
What’s real? Love is real? Is it true?
If that is real, can you hear? Can you hear?
I seek nothing, no more glee, no more fright.
Only your love is sincere, is sincere.
Silent Haloo, you’re drunk. Love will remain;
No more crying, no more tears, no more tear.
5/1/2016 Haloo
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016
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