I inscribed the task to dodge the love;
But, my soul dumps to indicate it.
I may not hesitate to turn up the rear;
But, my heart is feeble to accept it.
But, my heart is feeble to accept it.
My physique is, but soaring high;
Yet my scruples don't embrace it.
Yet my scruples don't embrace it.
I may discern my feelings too;
But, the reasons in mind tumble for it.
I want to explore the shining bits;
Still, I'm fearful to finish in it.
Every movement I see, I fall;
Yet, I am inept to render it.
I fixed to avoid the turmoil;
My soul rebuffs to verve thru it.
Oh! My soul let you decide my fate;
Until that my heart will indicate it.
I won’t repent to abandon it;
But, if I may have a drop of it.
Nice poem
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