A sigh demands an age, for its echo to bloom,
A sigh demands an age, for its echo to bloom.
Who lives long enough, for your tresses to loom?
Who lives long enough, for your tresses to loom?
Love's a patient quest, desire, a restless fire,
Love's a patient quest, desire, a restless fire.
What hue should I give my heart, 'til it bleeds, expire?
What hue should I give my heart, 'til it bleeds, expire?
I concede, you won't ignore, though you may delay,
I concede, you won't ignore, though you may delay.
We'll turn to dust, before you acknowledge our sway.
A sigh demands an age, for its echo to bloom.
The pain of life, Asad, has no remedy, alas,
The pain of life, Asad, has no remedy, alas.
The candle burns in every hue, until dawn's glass.
A sigh demands an age, for its echo to bloom.
Who lives long enough, for your tresses to loom?
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