446. Love always, peeps through eyes

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By JH Sayyar
Love always, peeps through eyes
Love: evergreen; never grows old
When love sits on brow forgets cry
A woman turns love iron into gold
Love has no pain and no pleasure!
True love heals hearts with no herb
Its secret in will, do think in leisure
But woman’s doubts always perturb
I think many a woes in a love rind!
Tormenting souls with a bed vow!
When hearts sad, can lovers sing?
Wail and woes standing in a row!!

If heart be sad, contribute to friends
Love tells how to tame bitter trends

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