18.
Ode to Willful Love
By JH Sayyar
1
I smell pride glimpse in your word “Go”
It saddens heart and soul, kills my being,
My love dies, cruel, my love killer, Lo,
Our trust ends, a doubt witch I am seeing,
Your mood exposes your thinking in lone,
My Lady, leave me, but words keep in mind,
Lock in memory box. “Love is an illusion”
To find a soul mate, as flesh to a bone,
Greed breaks trust, none to you kind,
I find your love but it proves later delusion,
2
Ah! You said, “Our love; prosper on earth;”
But my Lady, words: soul power carrier,
Words expose conscious, what you got at birth,
Greed cuts off soul link; it is a main barrier,
Days pass swiftly; O Lady Days are flying,
Like flakes, none knows where will “go”
But we know; we are going to utter ruin,
We change our wills; our words are spying
Look in the glass; our faces do not show,
Wise know trust, hidden in words; not loon,
3
O Lady, trust God’s blessings, trust is our life,
Trust a love cord; doubt an enemy of mankind,
Trust; our soul property; its absence strife,
Trust; a God’s link, trust love does bind,
You forget me, as the second love forgets you,
Come, I take you back as you were the first
When the lovers leave you, come to me,
When you gather in heart grief and woe,
Come I give you glee to restore your trust,
Reminds of my love, think, when you be free
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