HEAL THE ILL HEART

It itches as a rash,
But you say it’s a crash.
The wrong one loves right?
If it isn’t what it is,
What is it that it is?
If it isn’t love,
Want to know what love is.
You wish I leave her alone?
My heart won’t live alone.
Giving her up will I not,
Giving in must I plot?
She gives sleepless night.
Believe me not a meal.
My heart is ever ill,
Needs her love to heal.

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