My Melancholy
My dear Beloved hither are my words,
Unbeknownst who to share, I here press my Melancholy;
prolonged days were so many without thee,
yet, never fele the emptiness as I conference w/ thee;
thou art the whole lot in my life, these are hard,
I see thee on divan, my heart sunk, words flattered;
hands shivered, tears rolled, thine touch at that status quo
showed me how copious you Love, Grasp I thee,
way u see me is treasured, Oh! ailment I condemn you;
leave my precious one as my heart wrings,
Oh! My love, Get Well Soon, Waiting me with all my love;
to wrang upon thee, I promise thee, never make thee Uninhabited.
#Get_Well_Soon My LOve, Missing YOU.
YOURS,
CHITTI (as you utter)
-Prem'S
