I look at youlike i should hte you.
Ye all I see i resplendent.
Yet this penetant man.
Bos boefore God.
for you make take my soul.
Eyes of brown.
Laugh of innocence.
My armour exposed.
Armour s open.
With what weapon do you kill me.
Love or admiration,
Battl scarred and heart.
I am another casaulty of love......
I Siddiqi 21.1.09
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