I arise to morning full of hate!
With questions of life that test my fate.
Raindrops that tap on my face;
That rush along the ceiling as I pace!
Back and forth my direction goes,
As I ponder of my life’s woes!
To rise over the great person that I am to be,
Only to put down with shots of my misery!
Braver than any man that walks the ground,
With love of the weight of the heaviest pound!
When the sun pulls my face away from the wet puddle in my palm,
I pursue the thoughts of life that would keep us tight and warm!
Allow me to perform for you that things lovers do,
But do not join in because this belongs to only two!
Now that the moon has peered into the windows of world,
Lets cover the act of love and darken, not using sword.
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