Category : Poems

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Her love plays with my days,
  When she is sad and cries
 I am sad too and I feel strange.

 I thought I could leave her alone 
  But she returns like a warm wave
  Back to her home, back to my soul.

 Her love is like a cure,
 I am full of wounds
 And I don't care
  If she hurts me again,
   I'm ready to cry,
   I'm ready to lose.