Stealing those hearts
Love is what described you,
Those hearts which hears your moan, baffle, tears,
Never could forsake the red that you spread in the midst.
Love is what described you,
Those dreams and those hopes which engrave your lone, being, wish
Never could forget the light that you torch within the hiss.
Love is what described you,
Those insanity and those soundless which brought you in a scorn, despair, hollow,
Never could leave you with the sense of bliss.
Love is what described you,
the hope and the dream…
that steals those hearts.
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