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I still do

You wandered far from home
Listened to the stranger's voice
Telling everyone who cared
How you are better alone

The crown I placed on your head
Remember how I bought it?
I laboured under the weight of a log
My back bare and sore
Oh the spiteful glare on everyone's face as I go to labour for you

I wooed you with my love
Though you never considered
The long walks I took to meet you
From the Rosy alley down to the brink of the desert
Too persuaded to be discouraged by the sun's scourge.

I had you, I remember
You said yes and we embraced.
Because you lived by the brink of the desert
I searched for a place for you along the Rosy alley close to the fountain.
You blossomed to become the fairest
You were the beautiful pearl I hung on my neck for all to see.

Till you heard that there was an oasis in the desert
And how your friends there blossomed.
So you turned to the desert
From the rosy alley you took a  step at a time.
A peep turned into a feasting gaze
Until weeks back when you packed and left.

Still I love you
I'll keep taking trips to see you
Please turn away from the desert
The oasis you saw
Was a facade and and a deceiving sight.
It was actually a large bowl of water.

I still love and care for you
In my deepest heart
I long to be with you
It's my utmost desire
That you blossom
And the false oasis would not support your growth
Return!  Return!!
I earnestly plead
For I love you deeply.

   ©soaring with wings

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