Slightly,
I hold your heart,
I could hear the pulse of love blood,
I would offense incessant, pursue your love.
O, love, I am eager.
Shall I hold you like this till the exhaust of ocean.
Quietly,
I whisper in your ear,
I could perceive your hair swaying near,
Conversing constantly, waiting for the chance.
O, love, I embrace.
Shall I convey the pledge to thee.
Melancholy,
I wish your occurrence,
I would lay in the star field and hear.
But only subsist in my prayer.
O, love, I recollect.
Shall I efface my vestige in your life.
- Twilight, July 19th. 2020
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