- My Stella - 81
- Our love -
Our love is a chronicle
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No heart can measure it's abysmal depth, No time bound is its prominence.
Our love is a chronicle unwritten and will never be recorded, This love is so heavenly, no pen can draw a straight line
above a cloudy bay, Or a shivering hare can give a glimpse of it. Our love is without outpouring, And beyond desire, and full of unfulfilling fulfillment