THE PAINS SWIMMING IN MY HEART IS SWEET AND HURTFUL
The pains swimming in my heart is sweeter than the joy of a wine when I think about you, but is more hurtful in my heart than the pains of death when you are far away from me.
Sorrows of love has a matric cloud hovering around my manor, I stand at the top tower everyday like a watching knight looking at the sea, wilderness, bridges, roads, everyday I set my eyes to see beyond that which seems invisible, I was happy looking at them,sometimes I fall into imagination, in a delirious state that you came out from all these paths. Why will you allow wailing pains to sink me, why did you cultivate and plant the seed of love in my heart without preparing your mind to be the gardener. When I smile suspiciously to my own conscience, I know is you that blow the trumpet of love, I felt every presence of your absent, the joy in my heart thinking about you is better than the days you were with me.if I stop running, not because am tired searching for you, I stop so I will have enough strength to receive you, I know you will never allow your cultivated trench of love to be withered by the weed.. I love you so much honey, letter to my queen.
Sorrows of love has a matric cloud hovering around my manor, I stand at the top tower everyday like a watching knight looking at the sea, wilderness, bridges, roads, everyday I set my eyes to see beyond that which seems invisible, I was happy looking at them,sometimes I fall into imagination, in a delirious state that you came out from all these paths. Why will you allow wailing pains to sink me, why did you cultivate and plant the seed of love in my heart without preparing your mind to be the gardener. When I smile suspiciously to my own conscience, I know is you that blow the trumpet of love, I felt every presence of your absent, the joy in my heart thinking about you is better than the days you were with me.if I stop running, not because am tired searching for you, I stop so I will have enough strength to receive you, I know you will never allow your cultivated trench of love to be withered by the weed.. I love you so much honey, letter to my queen.
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