A deep desire I still hold,
An urge to secretly meet you.
But these grey walls betray my hope,
Keeping you as a hostage far from my sight.
Love, I know you can hear my sobs echoing across these heights,
Your gifted anklet is the only music that can be heard.
It’s this distance that has separated us humans, not our souls,
For these 177 years of an painful exile,
Are a testimony of an love fighting to triumph against all odds.......
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