Dec 2020
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗎𝗇,
𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,
𝖨𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽,
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽,
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋,
𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌,
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽,
𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.
𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,
𝖨𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽,
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽,
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋,
𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌,
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽,
𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.
How can one be so inlove with a woman whom belongs to another? Love is strange afterall
