Love
My heart throps a beat,only feeling heat.
Thoughts begin to sink, when you can only think.
Waiting for the shadow,
by the weeping willow.
Only to hear two poundering sounds.
Will the shadow arrives before midnights' dew?
Love
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When love is not granted, maybe waiting is better.only feeling heat.
Thoughts begin to sink, when you can only think.
Waiting for the shadow,
by the weeping willow.
Only to hear two poundering sounds.
Will the shadow arrives before midnights' dew?
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