I am writing for you, my dear
I wish you read it a whole
For you, my heart
I sold my precious soul
I wandered without a purpose
I questioned my existence
I tried to look everywhere
I was losing my persistence
My heart was a withering flower
The last petal was about to fall
There stood a stoic figure
From whom, time had taken all
At the verge of insanity
To you i want to say
I will keep on loving you
Even when, in the ground, i lay
My dear, Do with this letter
As your heart desire
Just know that there was a one
For you, who would walk in mountain fire
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