Bitter Love Poem by Aman Mulji

Seasons come and go and days pass us by,
Time is ready but here I stand,
Long wait time, she cannot see,
And long live her breath in my memory to be,
Have my vision dear gem,
The power sight can seize the inner-being,
Torment it love...oh, the pain in my heart,
The sensation of the mind being orn apart,
You have found the perfect torture machine,
One which works only on a weak soul,
Go ahead dear angel-end me,
Pull the icy lever
Because after the suffering, what more I can say,
But 'The key to your heart I shall never mislay',
Back it me my deep passion is aimed,
But i enjoy it today and so I shall tommorow,
I shall forever treasure the pain,
But one day in a cold, cold night,
You will taste the sweetest bitter love,
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