Purposely mispelt,
Romeo and Juliette,
Adam and Eve!
What heights for love,
Suicide, unnecessary death!
The fruit of the garden,
Chemistry of death!
Baby girl promise me now!
Tend our garden,
Never serve death!
And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
Purposely mispelt,
Romeo and Juliette,
Adam and Eve!
What heights for love,
Suicide, unnecessary death!
The fruit of the garden,
Chemistry of death!
Baby girl promise me now!
Tend our garden,
Never serve death!
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