Visit the garden of your dove,
Kindly visit the grave of your love.
Things aren't right in this play,
A mere admiration will make your day?
How to find, what to write?
In this generation, what is bright?
True passion and dedication,
How can you find it through desperation?
You expect, you hope, but never get
The gift of her reciprocation.
What causes you to despair,
Is the girl, of your admiration.
Themes of love are now gray,
What choice do you have?
Other than to pray.
Dust till dawn, you say,
Dawn till dust, is your day.
A true story isn't always fine,
Yet you believed cause it was mine.
The beauty of work, is always dime.
Imagination is the cage of my mind,
Don't repress your feelings,
Don't be so confined,
I've lost forever, I've resigned.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 9:31 AM UTC
Visit the garden of your dove,
Kindly visit the grave of your love.
Things aren't right in this play,
A mere admiration will make your day?
How to find, what to write?
In this generation, what is bright?
True passion and dedication,
How can you find it through desperation?
You expect, you hope, but never get
The gift of her reciprocation.
What causes you to despair,
Is the girl, of your admiration.
Themes of love are now gray,
What choice do you have?
Other than to pray.
Dust till dawn, you say,
Dawn till dust, is your day.
A true story isn't always fine,
Yet you believed cause it was mine.
The beauty of work, is always dime.
Imagination is the cage of my mind,
Don't repress your feelings,
Don't be so confined,
I've lost forever, I've resigned.
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