Love struck
I can't hold on much longer
a strain of thoughts to ponder
a figure of numbers to counter
and an agenda of secrecy to conquer
a person as much a wonder
as i would before a sunder
that i may be struck by thunder
from a flight of such blunder
but a mistake not yet done
is a mistake to no one
yet a heartful thought of someone
is a longing of unknown sum
yet while i lay here thinking
my heart is yet still sinking
as even if i were king
a yearning still does sting
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