The Lost Love
THE LOST LOVE
Mendunsa was his second home
A man of dreams and ambitious
They called him John Peter
I called him JP
Sweet, satisfying companion
The best surgeon
With healing touch
Theater was his second room
Theaters impediment could not bushed his proficiencies
B2 rob me, shuttered my dreams, hope
Snatched my pillar
Left the foundation cracked
Observers quoted
“It takes 10 minutes to cover 60km”
Silence floating the city
Whisperings, crying, mourning
We lost the surgeon
The healing touch
The hand for needy
Hope for hopeless
Home for homeless
No substitution for the kind
They called him John Peter
I called him JP
Sweet, satisfying companion
'til our path cross again
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