Sleepless am i
Lost in countless of thoughts
Shall i but drown in passion
I heard your whisper through the wind
And remembered
That my heart skips each time i hold your palm
Need i mention your name?
For fame might blind us from our destiny
Poetess or not
The heart wants what the heart wants
A thousand moons will pass by
Even then, when old and gray
Wrinkled, toothless, beauty
Will i love
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