O Love Come, Stay, Care Till Curing
Dear please come
Bring a tissue of kiss,
a tissue of immune soul.
Erase the tears of heart,
Make a bandage till healing ,
Stay and care till curing.
Dear come and look-
love is moaning here,
dark blue and graceful face-
stares at your rose
with a painful eyesight.
You clasp red, white, purple roses with blush hand!
In this morning
moon of last night
covers all beauty
with cloudy wave,
the sun doesn’t get opportunity
to discover the love,
nerve and veins are boiling here
as integrated story of your love!
There is no song of birds in this cast away forest
where you are alone
And I am alone with my tears
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