My love is a trade of askew hearts
I export my fervent feelings into affable cherished
though be imported animosities persisting perished
My affectionate soliloquy is a riverside
I keenly appeal to the either bank for merger
but pitiless burbling stream sips my murmur
My wishy-washy life is a clock pendulum
Hatreds and tumults tunefully beat me lifelong
adversities erratically trail me womb to tomb
My elated elations are impermanent waterspout
Daydreams and desires kiss my euphoric paradises
Nightmares and hell flee my glees being agonized
My turmoil tidings are arrows of a brutal bow
nearer and dearer craftily shoot on my dicky heart
I die and alive being sorely pinned with heal and hurt
Tenderness of my beloved is an Oasis
I madly run nigh to quench my horrendous thirst
Nonetheless the elixir vanishes joshing my heart
My calm cravings are miragelike distant horizon
As gloomy cloud ardently runs to embrace hilly crumples
Poor heart suicides of transmogrification of siding tinkles
My yelps jingle unheeded in a cul-de-sac
enthralling sweat and tears on a desiccated desert
my soul yells for honor afore fortune to get reassert
My wuthering dome of displeasures are scapegoats
brutal hearts toss my feelings with envied enmity
thriving unfair ecstasies snatch my timid tranquility
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