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Love Letter

Sorry, my love, I have to leave.
Duty calls, so please don't grieve.
It hurts my heart, but what can I do?
Let go of duty so heavy to heave?

In sickness, in health, I am at your side.
I think of you in my daily stride.
I treasure you like diamonds and pearls.
I am true to you, I have nothing to hide.

It is so sad I have to leave you.
Do you feel sad, baby, don't you?
Your presence is my hope to win my wars,
but in this quagmire, will I find you?

The wind blows to your statue in Atlantis.
A verdant land, blessed by your green kiss.
You are utopia, a dream come true.
My love, you are my natural bliss.

Opera ain't over till my love for you sings.
You raise me up, my love for you rings.
I dedicate to you my heart and my soul.
For you believe, I will take you to share my place with kings.

You make my life more whimsical.
You brush away this lackadaisical.
If duty never summons, I will stay
With you to make our life a beautiful musical.

In my absence, be cathartic.
Incur relief, avoid yourself making sick.
Indulge in songs, sing for our love.
Try to make our love more artistic.

I got to withstand this melancholy.
I cannot find myself in such a flurry.
The distance between us, I writhe in pain.
The burden is more than I could carry.

Leaving you will haunt me in the battlefield.
It is like to the enemies without a fight I yield.
I curse the devil for setting us apart.
But our love for each other will be my shield.

Sing no sad songs for me.
Though it may be lovely than a tree.
Never let my departure bring you to weep.
I shall return in full sunlight so free.

Never count those tears as years of my absences.
Never turn those cries into sad sentences.
My love, do stem the torrent of our separation.
Do await my cadences.

I vow not to return with a hearse.
You shall never pack a bundle of tears.
I shall return to your prudent arms.
An you will never wait a thousand years.

But if death has made his calls
By my sordid state, keep flowing the waterfalls.
My soul will kiss you in heaven
My body, to the devils will feast on sulfur halls.

Heaven is a nearby place.
When I die, my love, without a trace
Please never grieve, be patient and wait
God will reunite us in His grace.

Goodbye, my love. I am on my way.
What my departure brings, come what may.
I pray, before the curtains will close,
I will return to marry you one day.

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Submitted on November 02, 2010

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Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 2,284
Words 465
Stanzas 15
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

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