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The parts of me,

They yearn of you

In the heavy hopes,

Some of them,

That languish deep,

In my wounded heart

That feels so immensely

It only rues,

and fights the distance

And still,

There’s a longing,

Unfulfilled,

Unabashed,

Undeterred, and one

That is always found,

feeding on my love and affection,

miserably flouting, and

passionately fanning

The eternal fires,

Those that burn inside

And turn every moment

Into a mountain of blemishes

For the heart seeks,

What it can never find…

And that, my love

is the source of all,

that ails me…