The lamp of dying memory lit in my blood,
How mad was i to get you,
Though no way less was your favor of love,
But what I did't get, that I asked came to mind,
I recalled so many hurts , I had forgotten.
Today is nothing like that, but something is there,
The brief meetings are in my share,
When you came, my heart recalled those hurts,
You are of someone else's,but your beauty is with me,
your memories!!!!!
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