I have a strong desire to die in your arms,
To melt in the heat of your passion,
Your love makes me burn in obsession,
The more close you come
The lonelier I feel
It is killing
Every minute
Meeting results in parting
Then the wait starts
For next meeting.
These planning, pining and craving
Leave me lonely and raving.
I stare at half moon at lonely night
How closely it resembles my plight!
So incomplete and yet so calm
It alone bears the painful qualm
How love makes you prone to affliction! |
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