Alas! for even love is weak
to unlock the heart; and let it speak.
In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded
work of hearts.
Beautiful but torn, wrecking havoc on
my hearts.
Camouflaged by insecurities! blinded by it all.

The winds whistles past my ears
closing my eyes I lose all my fears.
The serenity I feel here, just soothes
my mind.
The tranquillity I feel, helps me win
the fight.
It feels like my heart lost its commotions.

On thou' sight, I feel a nameless jolly over me roll
like birds with gay plumage 'bout to scroll'.
Give me thy hand, with jocund and
hush awhile;
And turn limpid eyes that anodynes
on mine.
So that I could read there, Love! thy inmost soul.

Days come and go, but hearts stay close,
with happiness, 'Love is imitation of most';
For a thousand hearts can't carry what I feel
Even the skies stroll with it
For in this 'bivvy of life'
I knew that indeed what I feel is thou'd
"Bivouac of Love"

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