The story of a lover who jumped from the Eiffel Tower, overcome by love....
Flowers of love, let them be thine,
Thorns are mine, oh, thorns are mine.
Rivers in these gardens, a beauty so divine,
The rivers are thine, yes, the rivers are thine.
My love for thee, like a mountain high,
I pray, my God, let this girl be nigh.
A love so fair, enough for us to share,
Give me your hands, let our hearts declare.
Nothing can contain this beating heart,
My eyes weep, torn apart.
Do not crush my proud heart's part,
Beautiful, my hands reach for a fresh start.
Shamsiya, thou art my everything!
Shamsiya, thou art my everything!
This world isn't full of crystal glass,
Nor is it full of sorrows en masse.
If I had known in the love's forecast,
I might have left, avoided love's contrast.
Shamsiya, thou art my everything!
Shamsiya, thou art my everything!
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"Chronicles of the Mind"
Romance"Words like colors on a canvas, each stroke of the pen weaving a different emotion. 'Chronicles of the Mind' is a poetry collection that explores the vast landscape of human experience through twelve unique styles. From free verse to sonnets, haikus...
