Pardon me, my love for all my adoration
But I don’t regret that I have loved the wrong man
Or no, you are the right… the best one
It is me who is utterly wrong for you
So please ignore.... and forgive this devotion.
It is poetry, my dearest friend, who understands my pain
She rushes in unannounced …… often unexplained
Seldom invited in my home but this heart secretly cries for her
So she gently rises in my soul as a soft current of rippling stir…
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