Written many years ago, memories !




Rainy day getting wet to live
Courageously despite her lips

Eager for pride never vague
Valuable than hundred ships

Above hoarding just doubting
My patience when she strips

Quarreling sometimes seducing
Enforced freedom of her hips

My heart craves for happiness
Dreaming of such romantic trips

But my eyes shade into pain
By her cruel mysterious tricks

Bleak with lies maybe true
Emotions break when she flips

Unseen by despair always vain
She holds my heart and snips

Strong with sin perhaps soft
Her behavior like movie clips

It rained all day with my blood
Yet for her my feelings are quips



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