As long as there is Air,
I wont get tired of loving him.
My own tongue has its ways
To utter the melody of my heart.
Heavens might bend down and throw meteors,
Mountains might blow smoke and lava,
I might take flights with the doves,
I might be gone unknown;
Cease him not to breath the air
For I am somewhere loving him in silence,
Letting go of the clutch that binds us.
My wounded heart had finally took refuge on his smile;
A smile for her and not for me.
'Though the world crushed in my within;
My soul constantly loves him for time indifinite.
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