No, I don't love you anymore, my love,
'Coz I'm already burnt, and lost for words
In this world, so undone by falsity
And emotional travesty, that borders absurd.
Should you, too, give in to the ways of this world,
And hearken to the treacherous travail
That love is becoming, you too would lose
What's always been yours, my love to avail.
So, unless you think that I never loved you,
Think of this rhyme as a clandestine will,
Of yearning, of passion, that saunters along
Beguiling apathy, and lacking in thrill
Our parting – it’d be just like droplets from sea
They never complain, they know what would be
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