Heavily loaded my heart is.
Full of love and wonders untold.
Overflowing with passion.
Soaked in affection immeasurable.
Dripping tender gentleness.
Longing for just a response.
Fair damsel of motherland.
Displayed for you did I.
The shape of my heart.
Let you in the secret chambers.
And you turn your back.
As if nothing happened.
Who?
Who then beauties of the land?
Who shall I give?
Who will have this precious stone?
The one the builders rejected.
Throw the jewel to the dogs.
Because my child refused.
Or else anyone;
Where will I take this love?
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 5:16 AM UTC
Heavily loaded my heart is.
Full of love and wonders untold.
Overflowing with passion.
Soaked in affection immeasurable.
Dripping tender gentleness.
Longing for just a response.
Fair damsel of motherland.
Displayed for you did I.
The shape of my heart.
Let you in the secret chambers.
And you turn your back.
As if nothing happened.
Who?
Who then beauties of the land?
Who shall I give?
Who will have this precious stone?
The one the builders rejected.
Throw the jewel to the dogs.
Because my child refused.
Or else anyone;
Where will I take this love?
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