On Bed

Through those delighted tears,


I deeply sigh and go out beyond fear.

Happily walking through the journey narrow.

Oh Fate give me a kind clue.

Never heard any laughter at all,

Never see her answering the nature's call,

Never feel the embrace sweet,

Never feel that she did exist.

But seeing seeing the chamber pot spotless,

Made my meekness not hopeless.

If she is for me indeed,

I am hoping for holding her on bed.


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