The man with the love
The man with the love
Never dropped me on your pack
For my love is in your part
Not to mention in particular
The sweetness in my mind
That keeps the reminder
Never child away from me
For your love had sponge my lips
With acronyms of taste
Not to measure with taster
In my inner memo
And yet non on my memory
Never close the door
For your closeness is mouthful like dog
Hotter than the pretender
That is full of intruder
And yet no place for extrovert
Don't call me your friend
For your eyes lack friendship
In the minds of our days
Not to taught of our holyday
That is full of song that sang
Hear me as I call love! Love! !
Bewared of lust
For love is good
But not the earthly goodness
That is full of sins.
poem by Adoo Tuadum
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