Name On My Palm
The error of my fate
I often remove
By writing her name
On my palm’s face
And kissing it madly
As if challenging
The writings of my doom
In a sheer gloom
But even her name
Gives me the blame
That my love is passionate
Which is beyond my fate
I am not destined
Even with the wind
That comes from her side
I must leave the way
And stand aside
Away from her pride
Her logical ground
Is a tough stone
Where love is not found
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