Dried Burnt Memories In The Heart Of Love Moments Poem by Mustafa Kenj

From the sixth of April to the twenty First
All in all three Sundays of love and affection
Mirage got eyes and flesh have full devotion
Looked endless deep wide of passion ocean
Revealed as shallow as sun arose in the sky
Mudy filthy temporary drives behind connection
The second 'next one' fell upon the ears in tears
Could I be more loving could I be more caring man
Honour of being human made the pain worse ever
Riddled because have never been satisfied as such
How could you this do to us! Sacrifice was worth though
I loved you girl. I did and will do and won't be ashamed
' Blue eyes got me to dive in every way felt about to draw
Now, it is dried and burnt backward as nothing took place
Being with someone else is your choice and as told preferred
Escape being Imprisoned of love into short term may waste
You are too beautiful to be a two week relationship partner
If it was to me I wanted to pay you my years energy in return
I loved you, I do and will do, ashamed not of having you loved
You may go, sad to have you gone, worried of you being abused