This life intoxicating elixir I gulp
My mind travels somewhere to you near
I hope your circle treats you with a balm
All gold and silver go to the one sincere.
Characterized too shy to speak the first,
my inner voice keeps telling me
I need you
For when we don't love,
we don't feel the thirst
And when we love
we stumble to say a words few
While with the others boldly joke all days,
to You I bleed to say few words but cannot say
Should I thank God constructed me this way
With nature's breath I hammock in these days
With ink my pen writes notes for future notice
I know bliss is going by hand with pain,
I dream of you and dreams do grind its teeth

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