walk of love

the journey of steps in passionate affection
count on one's first hand knowledge
whether in pathetic or in felicity
not on theories of others word

as I paint the picture of my track
of the heartbreaking passion
end not to aroused everyone pity
nor to place confidence in to a man

in my particular dark pace
with one's own two hand
craving the endless street of my fantasies
of love, infatuation and friendship

the coldness frozen me into apathetic
in the creepy dim road
of hopeless heavyhearted situation
going to unknown desire

suddenly my hand felt tepid
of an unknown sense of touch
that enliven the intense path
into unobstructed and free

out of the blue I found you
in the midst of the route
when my heart is in exigency
of a mate in the march of love

that's when love bring about
a new dimension of feelings
from the thundering crying heart
of the daydreaming absurd heart

suddenly ecstasy turns into grief
as i feel strongly of my move
of immoral, sinful and crooked
by touching your warmth hand

so I walked again on my own
wearing a smile in my feature
as I keep believing in the creature
that I'm going to be alright

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-romel