**The Thought of a Lovesick**
The sedative nature of your voice and breath
The levity in your manner and sweetness in wrath.
The memory of your serene touches and fervent kiss
Makes me an idiotic lovesick, and my broken dream I miss.
Me a demented lover is a tragic of the curl of your fresh lips
Me infatuated one is an admirer of the sway of your hips.
Have an untold wish, my tired head on your comforting lap
And I overcome the strain and pain of life with a short nap.
But when you tail away while speaking the truth of excuse,
turns me away from my life of bliss
and the hopes reduce on that night of full moon,
when you finally spoke and bid adieu!
The brightness of moon tormented me
and Iached for you.
When you slowly flex your lips, raise yours eyebrow and smile It flexes mine lips too, relaxes my heart and I smile for a while when I call you and you trifle me, look at me with disdain, hurt, I fiddle away days and nights shedding tears with pain.
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