Once you drew back your picture from my phone
You took wings out of my heart in haste.
I hoped you'd be coming back like a drone
as my rememberance would control your mind.
I recall how you galloped like a rabbit
and slowed at the end for me to reach you.
To hurry up is your wonted habit
and so you left me with speed in a short time.
I was mindless when you augured as a Seer
of my days of trouble in the near future.
You won the task of my heart to tear
as I didn't judge, "Seeming fair isn't being fair".
You made me ecstatic by thy wonderful smiles
and soon crumpled my rhapsodic heart by morphed guiles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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