So many times I said 'I love you'
Thinking it shall act as 'full stop'
She would understand every thing
The real world, the other duties
She complains 'you don't come'
I can't explain the 'intoxication'
Even when she is away from me
Her portrait hangs in my mind
She thinks our love is getting cool
Fire of our loins turned to ashes
How can I show her my passion
Ribs hold my heart from exploding
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