Category : Poems

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The love I have to give you,
 And which you cannot receive,
Dries me up inside - 
Like a drought in the middle of April.

  Love, which blooms like the most beautiful
 Flower in the middle of the desert, 
Makes me become its slave in the wilderness. 

 The love that you got out of your hands, 
Love that leaves me ruined for life, 
Returns to me like a boomerang,
 To destroy even the most
 Hidden pieces of my heart.  

The love I felt for you from the beginning 
Does not want to leave me.
The love I have to give you,
 You cannot receive it.