You could be so hard
Like a stone
O! how it was
Not to me known!
Though a jilt!
You’re still mine
I adore you
In my left shrine
It’s so known
Back from ages
In futile pleadings
Whole world rages
Often a wave runs
Down my spine
Recalling you said
“For you I pine”.
Though you intend
To be someone’s dove
Wish you happiness
My eternal love
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