Tell me.
If I was the heavy skies,
With dark and hideous thuderclouds,
Yet my love the tender and meek rain drops,
Would you play under it happily?
And listen to my heart beat rumble like the terrible thunder.
Would you allow me to pour my endless showers to make you wet and take your warmth away?
Would you allow me to love you...
...would you??
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Hiraeth
PoetryA man of distress, With eyes denied of sleep at night. Yet his mind wanders dreaming in the day. Such a cycle driven by a deep longing, a hunger, and love for a woman. Hence, a compilation of his persistent and intrusive thoughts of her... His Hira...
