13) Foe
Just let me be on my knees,
Let on my hand be a rose,
Let there be a smile on her face,
Let me that portrait finish,
Grant me this one last wish,
Love .. oh .. love.
I won’t be able to
Live in this sea of hate,
Unless you leave me with
At least a ray of hope,
Don’t maroon without even a drop of tear,
Love .. oh .. love.
Oh ! I would’ve lived always in a dreamland,
I would’ve cherished you, forever in my heartland,
But why didn’t you stop me from,
facing her, loosing her,
Love .. oh .. love.
Why did you become my foe.
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13> Foe
Trying to look at love as an idolized God, and as if praying in such a temple like a demanding teenager, I came up with these images and tried to wordify them.
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