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Love Misdirected
by Amin George Forji
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  Right from that dream night
That we first met
By the sandy beach
I could read from your eyes
How much you'd surrendered your poor heart
Without any reservation to me

T's now exactly a year and eight moons
And if anything, your love only gets stronger,
More sincere and truer
You 've always without any hesitation
Done everything it takes to make me happy
Invent every possible thing under the sun to buy me a smile

How I wish I could really acknowledge these things to you
But am deeply sorry because I know am unable to ever do so
You don't need the best words on earth for this
Fully understand that the only way
I can pay you back is to lend you my gentle heart
How I wish I could, because your pay could be no less
But once more, am sorry I can't

For one year and eight moons
That you surrendered yourself to me
Have been nothing but a real shadow
And though you touched me, was impossible to get hold of me
Every flowery word I said to you
Was nothing but beautiful castles in t air

And for your wonderful and marvelous amorous deeds
That you did to me
I simply transferred them to another girl
The girl keeping my humble heart
The hard truth is that
To you, my heart is nothing but a lump of ice

How I wish she was you
I do to her what you normally do to me
And never has it seem to be enough
Like I have always been to you,
The reply on her eyes will always be: 'Please, do more!'
Like I 've always been to you,
The more I do, the more she expects
Yet, she is nothing but a lump of ice

Now I know why they say love is blind
The more she melts, the more I love her
And dear, you know what?
She has now confessed to me
That the summer is underway
And the sun will melt the ice out of her
And I cannot help myself, if she will melt with my poor heart

Dear, you 're too good to be wasted
That's why I've decided to confess the hard truth
That though I wish I could love you
Yet, because nothing but a lump of ice
I know for sure
That when summer approaches, the sun will melt the ice out of me
Forgive me, if you can

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December 17, 2006
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