And the lover falls helplessly to his death
A beating heart craving for love is one waiting to break
A cow waiting for a cruel tiger to finish it's existence
Like a cruel ring master life prods and pricks the heart
Until it breaks into a thousand pieces and shatters like glass
All beings come to this world to live and die
The lover especially dies many deaths
Cruel words and wicked barbs are hurled like spears
Again and again wounding the heart with no time to recover
A tortuous route towards that eternal truth called death
How much can the heart take after all oh beloved
In the grand scheme of things, you are the hunter and I the pray
I die a thousand deaths trapped in this snare called love!
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