Wednesday 16 November 2016

Let Me Live
The warmth of love is still in its youth.
Hold my hand tight, that
I could rest me in you.
Ah! To hear this heartbeat, I live.
You strived for being in my heart,
And after years, you live in  mine.
Mortal was the beauty that,
I and he loved.
Immortal was the love in you.
They loved your art and thus you,
But you starved for mine. Now,
 I could read you without a word.
I won’t let your hands go.
Let me live in the word or your heart.



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