Why should I send you off a million times,
and see you again a hundred moons?
Why should I erase what’s spotlessly cued,
with words that bridge the mountain past,
and the sun which lights some impending thoughts?
Why should I think you are a brute,
When my heart catches you eternally mine?
Why should I withdraw when I gain pride with you?
I know with due, that my soul is with you………….
