The parts of me,
They yearn of you
In the heavy hopes,
Some of them,
That languish deep,
In my wounded heart
That feels so immensely
It only rues,
and fights the distance
And still,
There’s a longing,
Unfulfilled,
Unabashed,
Undeterred, and one
That is always found,
feeding on my love and affection,
miserably flouting, and
passionately fanning
The eternal fires,
Those that burn inside
And turn every moment
Into a mountain of blemishes
For the heart seeks,
What it can never find…
And that, my love
is the source of all,
that ails me…
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