Dear friend,
I know war and love is denied for cowards.
But I can see the shiver on your fingertip-
When it points to me.
Only I can see that.
I can hear your thunder heartbeats
When your stubborn body prepared
My final verdict with your sweetheart
Only I can hear that.
Because
You know the love I made for you
Is infinite and informal
Only you know that.
Dear friend,
Once only once
Remove that spectacles of prejudice
And look at me
Once only once
Come out of the crowd
Think of me in loneliness
Now you know what happened.
This crowd is killing me.
Like a soul leaving its body
I’m leaving my love with you,
Within days or weeks
It’ll rot inside you
That’s my final verdict for you
I’m sure one day you’ll come
To me for the love I gave you
Breaking all these chains.
Because my love is
Harder than diamond and without
Pain you cannot make it yours.
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No verdict is final,
Never will the last word be written.
For words live beyond the souls that deliver them,
Too stuborn to be bounded by a creater's meaning.
Even when body rots for want of love,
Your soul will search the faceless expressions inside her.
Even when the maddening crowd calls you to join,
Your denial will serve as the food for the body.
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