And to the serene melody, I listened
As serene and wavy as your melancholic love
Though that love of yours was a luck clover
But seems that the clover is of three leaves only
I am no fighter nor a believer of completion and perfectionism in love
But it looks like your leaves have holes in
Holes that wails find a way through
Holes that block happiness and make you such an untamed shrew
That serene melody seems to baffle me
Has it always been so calm?
Oh my dear
You do not resemble the melody played
Try to heal that gash in your heart
Or either your melancholic love shall always remain
And may I ask you to take the eternal poetry of my love as your
medicine?
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