When would it go away?
This love that I have for you,
so strong and hefty than the igneous rock.
When would it wither?
This impression you casted on me.
Like a tattoo it hovers and it doesn't fade.
Each time I remember you,
there are a series of laments,
why did you have to go?
I loved you like the bee loves nectar a million times more.
More than a thousand Romeos would.
And still I do.
You used to be the first call I make,
and the last number I dial.
Today its like, it never happened.
I used to call you my Juliet,
and now its like history.
When would the pains disappear?
when would I remember you not?
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