Don't ever question,
my heart; that beats only for you.
You write about heartbreak, always dejected,
each word, each stanza, each tear, on tattered paper.
Just know,
I can't erase love; for grief is human desire.
Nonetheless,
I will pick you off the ground,
and say "I love you"
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ððžð·'ðœ, ðœð»ð ðœðž ðŒðªð¿ð® ð¶ð®.
ððžðµð ð¶ð ð±ðªð·ð,
ðŸð·ðœð²ðµ ð ð¬ðªð· ðŒðªð¿ð® ð¶ððŒð®ðµð¯.
A dead poet and his friend NAN