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When I kissed you In an arid waste of that cheek The tangle of your hair did dissect Indulged in making a tale brief Of some sombre trivial demise Of hope forlorn or of rainy nights And the communication between two hearts Flowered perhaps in meadows of grass Sweet whispers stopped not A song of soul on warm lips Neither charm away nor stop now The wonder of love in mind's crypts. Durlabh Singh.
oh i love this. it's so beautiful and so well written. i kind of wish it was a little longer though, but the whole poem fits with everything. i just love it so much.