Let my heart be on fire,
I am not going to be an absconder,
Let's see how long it can retain,
The woe, the death-like pain.
If my love for you is pristine,
Then nothing not even Hercules can make it lean,
Only your loving breath will be enough,
To make my heart in delightful ecstasy laugh.
To Rumi "the beauty of the heart is the lasting beauty",
Don't you ever dare to forget this, my cutie.
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