Somewhere where the winds blow,
bringing hopes to some in love,
they look out the window,
to soothe their pain,
the one that seperation brings,
for just a glimpse,
maybe for a word,
or for news that all is well,
to shed a tear in joy,
even if to wither in pain,
to feel her memories burn,
through the veins as blood flows,
while she, unaware, lives on,
in her own world,
whose mistake? to often ask,
no one to blame, a life's play,
a mockery, a jokey some may say,
I believe I call it love,
and I shall do so,
as long as I breathe,
but only a tiger,
the one who stole my heart,
and my sorrows,
I still wait maybe in hopes,
maybe as a friend.
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