What can I give you,
How can I give you
I am full of love
But not for you.
The fervour of my passion,
My hushed emotions.
Resonate only in heartfelt articulation.
I live in seclusion.
For my faith has been trampled over and over again,
But still I hope for love
In my pregnant silence.
For you its an ephemeral attraction
To unveil the mystery.
But I have chosen the mystical catharsis.
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