It Will be yours

It will be yours what’s not.
Why doth thee believe so?
Tell my heart, why so determined
My troubled heart, Is this love?
Why doth thee live into my dreams?
Tell it my heart, why you ask it to me?
She is my way out, she is my goal
She is my navy, she is my sea
Tell it! How is this circumstance?
Don’t know how far we’ve reached
Walking into different ways
My troubled heart, Is this love?
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Why doth I always listen your stories?
Someday these distances would lessen.
You admire my heart, at your wish
My wishes are sacrificed, no objections
Why is this madness? What’s the run?
Why doth thee adopt this desire?
Troubled heart, is this love
Yes the troubled one.