I’ve fallen in love
In love with a vagabond.
A fiery wanderer of the jungles
Befriending snakes and goblins
A wild one himself
Who drinks passionately from
the cup of moon all night
I’ve fallen in love
With a strange vagabond
Who refuses to put down roots
A wild tiger in search of none
Musical yet untamed
With skin made of ash,
I’d lavishly smear him on mine.
I’ve succumbed to his wild ways
Yielded to his charming gaze
There’s scarcely anything left of
me
When his scent tarries around
Unpossessable is he
So I let him go, that vagabond.
Because he belongs to the wild.
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