I Wenkhi writes this to Leiou,
Who my cruel fate washed away,
Like how the oceanic waves eat everything in its shore,
Oh dear Leiou these words of love,
Written in black ink,
Will tell you how indestructible,
Is my love for you,

Oh Leiou I saw thousand and eighty one sun sets after I left,
But every day I envision you, in a blood red suit searching for me, The coal black onyx in your eye kissed by golden rays of the sun, looking around for a glimpse of me, Your strawberry pink lips calling out my name,
So loud, louder than a lions roar
Leiou, my love, the man with the finest
proportions, have you forgotten this maiden with thick jet black hair, whose love for you is as sweet as the Medjool dates home to Morrocco, They say what you feel bout this lovelorn colleen, Is as bitter as momordica drink,
I pray everyday to the lord o my lord,
Hoping he would make a sugary cane drink from the acrid momordica that resides in you,

Leiou, do you know,
Its raining heavily in this town of vhalez,
Water logged is the ground beneath me, Do you remember roses under your desk few years before,
It was this lass sick of unrequited love, Who plucked those from her garden, to confess her love to her prince charming,
Now the downpour so heavy,
Washed away my rose shrubs
Oh they're gone my roses rosy as your lips,

Oh Leiou,
If you ever read these words of love written in jet black ink, Will tou tell me,
Why you hated me the most,
Was it my coffee brown skin,
That made you blind towards my beauty? Was it my damaged tresses, That grew up your aversion?
You said "your fondness is a diagrace on me"
Was it true? Were these the words from the bottom of your heart? Leiou, do you know,
I didn't confess, cause 1 1 m afraid of rejection...
But you knew how much I liked you but still you played dump.

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