We weren’t lovers in youth
But in middle-aged
How I would caress his lips with mine
He, would be surprised for the love
I express with the verses that I write
However, he declined in marriage
For he had another
Now, we are old
Ancient, that it’s not worth to try
Because of death that hear
We decided to depart
And my heart will yearn until
My last breath
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That’s the thing about yearning, it travels both time and space and somehow messes up with our sense and awareness!