By JH Sayyar
O Rose! The days spent with you in past;
Bite my hearts; pierces my genial soul!
In the mind sea; a dark and dreary blast;
Ah! I think; the ship of love lost its goal.
Youth has gone; furrows on the cheeks
Silver in the hair; bowing down my gait;
No, no. I am young; it is mind’s freaks!
Under the love tree; I miss my soul mate
Like blue waves time comes and goes!
When love grows; carnal appetite fails
Our love eclipse as in thunder the moon
Utter darkness prevails in youth vales!
In our mind all images and events store;
When solitude we bite, it does not bore.
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