By Izzah Husna
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My words on papers are far more subtle Than what I can whisper to you. So read closely my dearest, For my love is ought to be seen Than heard, it is ought to be soft Than a flame that burns too quick Turning into ashes in the morning. My dearest, have you felt: Droplets of rain falling on you? Or The moon watching over you? Or The waves pooling around your feet? Those gentle moments dear, Such fondness in the way That Nature loves you whole Beyond fairness and flaws – complete. Such fashion I shall replicate, In my attempt to love you whole, too.
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