πΊππππππ π ΰ£ͺ Φ΄ΦΆΦΈβΎ.
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I become poet in your love
Wishing to speak what my ink dreamed of.
In the orchards of my heart
It feels like you are the rose
Blooming softly, where the wind blows.
Your fragrance lingers, sweet and rare,
Painting loveβs hue upon the air.
For every petal, every sigh,
You bloom, and I forget to ask why.
How can I become the raft
For the heart that have drowned
I find myself sinking, sweetly bound,
Where silence hums and storms resound.
in the boundaries oceans of your eyes
How can I fight the storms
When it's the trait of the poet to get drown
I become poet in your love
wish to say what I have written for you
Your hands gently held my trembling hands
Like how your hands gently held my trembling hands
The palm lines keep whispering
till sleep embraced what love could hold.
Such such but how so
With every line I read away
Whatever my heart has to say
Even my eyes read
What your eyes have to say
Should we run away
Or should we just stay
I look for admiration in your eyes
My life seems desolate without you
I become a poet
These serenades are just for you
I become the poet
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β.Λ βΎβ.Λ
πΊππππππ π ΰ£ͺ Φ΄ΦΆΦΈβΎ.


Such an outstanding piece of poetry
This such a pretty pieceπ©π©β€οΈ