I’ll forgive you if the colors of your rainbow start to melt
And if your pants come down when you lose your belt…
I’ll try to hold your head high and keep a smile on your face,
Because your words help me through the endless space…
I’ll worship every verse that you possess
Even if it’s the one that is too sad
I’m here to follow your wishes and dreams through Never Lands,
Even if the reign of terror has no near end…
Because I’m your poet, and you are my poem
We are lost in mutual love for the figure of speech
So, I offer you my soul as a totem
It contains every anaphora and metaphor that you need
You are there when my heart gets shredded
To pick up the pieces and glue them up
With charming rhymes of new love embedded
Within this heart of mine that got lost in the hate cup…
We could talk for pages cause we know
this love will last for ages, and it will grow,
grow till this soul asks for your forgiveness at the very last breath
It will grasp and gasp your utter loneliness when the last sunsets…
But we will have all the rhymes carved in our hearts and minds…
Forever…
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