In my griefly painted love.
When the troubled oceans of eyes
Is denied your sights.
The heart gives solace
With your image solacefully
Seated at the heart of the heart.
When the social distance keeps
You away from the touch of my lips.
The heart amidst the stabbings and
Shootings, with bruises all over it oval
Heart, keeps you close to my lips.
In my griefly painted love.
The heart is my joy. my solace.
Sir Thom
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