Whose hand I seek in peril,
Whose eyes shine through the sun,
Whose wisdom is the window to
The truths that won't be found.
Whose thoughts fly up like sparrows
Who carry pieces of my broken heart,
Whose tongue will never yield me,
Whose sorrow will, no doubt, depart.
My Love, I envy you like wingless bird,
Which sees your sparrows fly.
Your strength will never fail;
I have no strength to even cry.
Forgive my passion, I deserve but nothing.
Forget me, I have earned no love.
Discharge my love and let me sit and suffer.
Just let me sit alone with mourning dove.
My Love
© Copyright: Jentos, 2005
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