Who cares if he left me to my fate? I will wait.
He gave me love while I fed his hate. I will wait.
Where guilt and sorrow are followed by a little hope,
The truth of the hour will help me sate. I will wait.
They say that crying for love is a waste of time,
A petty reason to fixate. Dear mate, I will wait.
There is an answer I seek from my beloved,
I take a left, a right, a straight, checkmate. I will wait.
This Mehaq may not lead to your chosen flower,
But her seed will still be your bait and I will wait.
He gave me love while I fed his hate. I will wait.
Where guilt and sorrow are followed by a little hope,
The truth of the hour will help me sate. I will wait.
They say that crying for love is a waste of time,
A petty reason to fixate. Dear mate, I will wait.
There is an answer I seek from my beloved,
I take a left, a right, a straight, checkmate. I will wait.
This Mehaq may not lead to your chosen flower,
But her seed will still be your bait and I will wait.
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