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My last...to her

Is it meant to duel upon I and match its title?
Suddenly land on one‘s life like a flight
Wonder filled, became with no measurement
Waked not without her name recall
Many said those be the symptoms of the fall
Fall? Yes a quad letter fall
Regret, could not, for it was quite visible
Total display seemed unable
  
Consider it being the last…to her
Setting the beginning of a heart that suffer
Or the end of a mind that thinks no further
My last…to her will match no other
Besides being commonly about love

Lost and gained hopes defined I
Unreciprocation crashes my feeling source
Cannot sustain no further such force
Yet, perhaps be the reason of one’s endurance
For what is real loses not value

My last…to her
Be the beginning of many to come
The only end be when death us overcome
Destroy the flesh of the soul which cannot overtake
Let all the ends in life the beginning trigger.

11 May 2008

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