by Nisha Jestin
Let the fate push you grief
Wander not in dense pain
Let the tears vanish in agony
Seek not the fingers of mine
Remember not my lips to console you
You couldn't see, you couldn't hear
You were in my arms
You didn't weep
I stole your woe
And it was mine
I love you
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