A Gentle Kiss For Depression

Thy fragrance I smell from the young pine trees,
A resilient leaf sways to the ground,
I see many rustle, clusters of leaves,
One leaf descends without a single sound.

From the deep lake, I hear a single drop,
The sound of a ripple, a tear, a cry,
I feel sadness, the river shall not stop,
Oh, my dear love, might I question thee, "Why?"

If there is anything thou truly miss,
To hear nothing upon our own contact,
I give thou not an ordinary kiss,
To keep thy weak heart to remain intact.

Please, "Will thou close thy eyes and count to five?"
"I promise thee this, thee will feel alive."

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