Love has made long my heart as an orphan,
loneliness is cuffed hands to invade henpecked-ness,
joys and hopes have all shot up in longings,
to imprison my soul apparently in abandonment.
Since I'm all alone in this darkened love cell,
dries in my mind the black skull ideas abound,
in any hour of the day even for a bit of second,
never be allowed to drink the elixir, you offered.
The walls are discovering more and more in block,
to look forward fading gradually my hopes forever,
stay immersed in blackness born in me imprisoned,
for none to visit the prisoner in your love serenity.
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