Immoral Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

Immoral

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Every day I always struggle with panic
And every day my desire is blocked by the woman I love
The woman who said she loves me
But what is the true meaning of love?

Because there's only a heated kiss
Hugs and intercourse that is always a spice
So what exactly is it all?
Is it true love?

The answer is at the end of the sky
And Jibril is the one who knows it all.

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