As a solitary life
beckons its blissful sorrows
The unwinding charts
between hatred and love
And looking forward
to such empty tomorrows
The dread of
reckoning the contents of fate above
With pungent and
repulsive thoughts I have
Yet with hope of
finding and falling for someone
To whom fate has
designed for me to crave
In every of the
seconds of day and of night, every turn
To long that she
longs as I that I am her man
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