my soul is distressed
my heart is ill
love must be confessed
and i love her still
no way to conquer that disease
her love i cannot kill
coz loving her my heart won't cease
it is against his will
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no matter how much i try
her love to me is the sky
and i am that guy
which without it will die
she didn't feel sigh
for letting me cry
till I - the plant
became dry
Tareq Jalabi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dry-plant/
