I bewilder between fantasy and mundane,
I forsake the love left behind by me,
Realizing what the true love was.
Today, a word never to be spoken is heard,
Tinge of innocence is lost in making love,
A bond is forged by warmth of her bosom.
A beat that my heart skipped in love,
A moment of life is lost in the void,
I hear murmur of the heart.
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