Sitting on the room on the roof,
I felt lovesick from yer memories,
I watched the lightning,
Which collided with my innermost feelings,
I wanted to write a poem for you,
But I was too lost in yer thoughts to write,
I was too consumed by yer beauty to be fascinated by the rain on my window,
I was lost in the smell of your hair to smell the flowers on the creeper over the roof,
I imagined running away into hills and forest with ye,
I recollected the memories of yers in the forest holding hands and staring at the deer,
Which was the witness of our love,
The time passed like the last winter season,
I spent my spring dreaming of you,
While my summer mourning for you.
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