The sum of all loves
Oh, while I with sorrow pine|
You feign ignorance, my love.
When you see a falling star
streaking through the night sky,
When you see flowers
wilt and wither away,
When you see leaves
fall to dust in autumn,
When monsoon clouds
cry over the barren desert …
With me they yearn, with me they mourn,
each day long, each night lonely.
Knowest thou not
they’re all aware of my hurting heart?
You may be unaware…
but how doth thou be blind to my dire state?
As you have forsaken me alone to pine
Your heart, my love, will be broken like mine.
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