Deep Inside

You never know, how much I curse myself
When I think of you?
So blunt is the mouth and so soft is my heart,
So loving is your words,
That I can’t breathe without it;
I sigh on the thoughts that’s so foreign to me,
Like a whirling wind with butterflies
And lo! there behold the images painted
So gallantly embarking my fettered heart.

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