This time…
The love has gone far inside.
This time…
It has cut me deep.
This time…
It does not wound but heals.
This time…
When love happened,
The jungle bird forgot to sing.
This time…
When I went to the rose, it cried.
This time…
I do not want peace.
This time…
I want no rest.
This time…
I want to be hers. And hers alone.
This time…
I fear nothing.
This time…
I am reading less and loving more.
This time…
There are no poems to flow.
This time…
Love has scored the goal.
This time…
Baby, I wanna love you so much.
So much…
That my love hurts.
This time…
I think, I hope Is the last time.
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