My Heart Sighs

I still remember the day,
when you had left me alone,
without bidding me goodbye,
without telling the annoyance.

I remember you every moment,
miss you with my weeping heart,
feel as if my heart stopped working,
my eyes have dried praying for tears,

I can’t sleep without you dear,
my arms remain unfolded forever,
waiting for you to come my love,
to sleep with me in my arms.

My lips have forgotten to smile,
my cheeks have stopped blushing,
my sighs have lost their breath,
my face has lost its beauty.

My life has ceased without my love,
my body is dead with no movements,
my heart is sunk in deep water,
but my eyes still keep a watch-for you will come!

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