I have managed to write loyal cantos in the name of love.<\/p>\n
I have ceased making sense of my relentless rhapsodizings,<\/p>\n
for it is merely a litany of your glory.<\/p>\n
my eyes travel the new regions you disclose,<\/p>\n
my faith freights the lands you deem faithful.<\/p>\n
I water the plumeria that grows in the soil moistened with my own tears for how else must I present an offering, at the pious-morn in the selfishly wrong season?<\/p>\n
my dear,<\/p>\n
I shall be lucid.<\/p>\n
Unbeknownst; you have tossed me into a troubled ocean where billows of reverence, rolls under ripples of tenderness.<\/p>\n
and some wilder torrent fettered my moorings into the unquiet beatings of your heart. now I quite frantically take several excursions into you.<\/p>\n
Ere you, I had written lines one or two, in the perennial trappings of woe<\/p>\n
for it has been more faithful to me than joys.<\/p>\n
but tonight, my pen pleads my colluding brain<\/p>\n
and I write timid adorations for you in many words.<\/p>\n
evening falls in solitude, autumn winds waft gently,<\/p>\n
oh but you shall be cruel to crumble the clemen evening with the lack of you, what must I do!<\/p>\n
the autumn winds remind me of you. To write a poem for you.<\/p>\n
and unknowingly, in my haste, managed to, for it is you, where my heart is tethered to.<\/p>\n
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Triasha Mondal I have managed to write loyal cantos in the name of love. I have ceased making sense of my relentless rhapsodizings, for it is merely a litany of your glory. my eyes travel the new regions you disclose, my faith freights the lands you deem faithful. I water the plumeria that grows in … <\/p>\n