Lament of a broken heart.
My verses come from the bottom of my heart.
Without my beloved I am breaking and falling apart.
Lamenting I am for her touch and gaze.
Lonely and deathly are now days.
She is an angel of whose name I chant in my spirit.
Does she even know that I am longing and desparate.
Poems fuel my adequacies of emotions and feelings.
Writing this verses is hard and deeply congealing.