Love
O love how shall describe you my heart
You're the mortal ache,
Yet still wrapped my heart
Within still weeping woe
Howling pain
You're the teribble shoreless, mortality flood
Who dares deserting your greatestness
O Your Majesty
O love!
Being in you the soul becomes insane feeble pale
You're the inscrutable misty
veil
Your companion yet is insatiable mortal till bleeds the vein
Still holding my soul, till the soul dies of your pain.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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