Gentle poor soul on Island,
Empty of laughter in lonely land,
Wandering thoroughly where love tread,
Though off but footprint it reads.
The sound of time I hope for,
To soothe the love I long for.
Chasing love, a blurry Mirage,
All Emptied of one for all age.
A wanderer in midst of all,
Seeking what made Othello fall,
And kiss the earth and dust.
So I stand like a sinless just.
The flaw of love is love.
The strength of love is love.
The weakness of love is love.
I could be perfect if I’m love and I love.
My Bluetooth is switched on,
No, xender seems fast so it’s on.
Bluetooth love to me,
The love of white dove, come to me..
Halt me from wandering
Hence you have the answer to my query.
Entangle me to your bosom.
Lest strange women take me to their Manson.
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