You are a song in my heart
That haunted my every night
Like a gusted wind
That makes my insides spin
You took over my mind
Like the monks inside a shrine
Praying for salvation from the lust
Of a guilt or a trust?
Why should someone be barred
With this so-called juxtaposed,
Remedy of elegy,
Of a love-dope or a clergy?
'Cause all i can see,
All I can be
Is as a wondering bee
inside your honey-filled tree?
This war is endless,
Thus acting surrender would be useless,
since none of these really mattered
If my heart would eventually shattered
Not that I objected,
Not that I care being ejected,
After all, there's a beauty in any unrequited tragedy,
that would forever be kept in my memory
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