ANOTHE JILTED LOVER LAMENT-?
Mon amour, my darling,
Am I a sudden interruption in a moment?
When I catch you gazing at this antique heart
You said I am a curator of your museum
Perhaps, a dialect of this compelling language,
Where I discerned your tears and felt your scars
My thoughts are on demarcation,
My drafts are pretty coarse
And every time I remain a solivagant
Struggling somewhere in this chaos
Did you miss me, my darling?
When subtle hints of reality reminded you of this verse
When your silence tells me in deference, my love
I am conversing through this acoustic melody;
A symphony from my mind’s chords to your heart
Does that comply with your random thoughts?
That an obscure sentiment, so precise
Brought to the light
That I’m alive in every word you describe
Your past, present and future
I remained as an unscathed hope in your life,
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