May it be known that on this day-
I love you
My heartfelt dreams are soon to blow away
I've lost all sense of hope and generosity
And ambiguity is potent on this day
I've left behind a prestigious trail of sorrows
Each one lovely, rich, and dominantly well refined
My heart found love amid a maze of tomorrows
And animosity hence packed up and left my mind
I fell victim to a rage of happy mornings
I dipped my hands into the fountain of young and old
For now I believe that age means merely nothing
Because love is really a story left untold
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