How shall I express this grief
It gives pain and bitterness in brief
Since the day I pretended to be free from guilt
My own loneliness I seemed to have built
Why? Why was I so blind?
So blind that I could not even be kind
To the innocence of the one whose essence
Made me shine in my adolescence
Love is obtained not in shops
Love, since that day, wrote only in stops
To give guilt, sayeth the Lord, is sinful
To pretend of innocence, is even more baneful!
Come, If Love is Forgiveness,
Pray show the note's worthiness!
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