Pleasing soul with an enchanted smile,
Wanting to love and craving to be loved,
Craving for her words, missing her style
Jealous men off my love, cupid to laud
These were my illusions of myself – until
“My words no more liked by you, no more,
Love me like you did – to my will
Crying here, dying here,
for the love I bore”
Shattered was I, my pride broke,
“Am I cruel? Have not I loved her?
Her voice – my potion for love” I choke,
“What can I do? What am I?” I confer
Baffled mind couldn’t forget her cry
Her voice that shook him – how sweet it used to be
To know he’s the reason for her cry,
To see his death, he will be in glee!
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