I was jealous of my own love,
How deep, how devoted,
One day of loving her
Was an ordinary year.
Deborah, I loved you,
I sensed you everywhere,
And now you are not with me,
Left me in the midst of nowhere.
She was the one
I lost my heart for,
Now I feel estranged,
Sitting and fancying about her.
I do not want to sadden you again,
But I will follow thee behind,
I am still loving you,
And tangled up in you.


About the Author: Harish

Harish Chand Thakuri is the co-founder of DigitalAmple. He is Digital Marketer as the profession. He shares his blogging and creative writing insights at He is good in programming and video editing. Harish also loves traveling and photography.

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