Which beat of heart is called love beating?
I don't know does he love me or not!
This is not our first meeting;
Even so my pathologic, awaiting heart is excited lot.
After six full moon, my hands touch his unshaven cheek.
One starry evening, constellation are bestrew glim led by Polaris.
I securely hugged his corpus with full of feelings reek.
Beside lake, to hear lots of wordless feelings flourish.
Still now maybe I unable to assimilate with his heart.
My forehead tig his mature - discipline shoulder.
I don’t know how much safe my emotions in his brown shirt.
Maybe this is nothing but fantasise of slumber.
I wish to sleep on Hypnos's lap after drinking hemlock.
I don’t know when my new morning born in my clock.

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