Solitary love


I love her I don't know why,
She don't have wings but wants to fly.

She don't have power to help his own,
But she never hesitate to help unknown.

The love of lamp under sorrow of mine,
Thee of beauty with the lost of shine.

Time can play with feeling of mine,
But can't change to which thee destined.

Love of mine from depth of hell,
Penetrates even your heart as well.

She is beauty and I am the beast,
With all I have, to say at least.

Still have guilty to think her mine,
She is fine, with one she destined.

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