.....Love! Till We Die.... Poem by wardha jawdat
.....Love! Till We Die....
starlit sky,
you sitting by,
gazing at the heavens...
then into my eye
and saying in a whisper:
Love! Till we die.
me sitting alone,
under the dark unknown,
wondering why i hadnt known
what you meant that time;
i'd have never sworn:
to love till i die.
for darling that bliss
that rush that i had known,
has, since you've been gone,
turned with the age,
and talons, like a vice grown;
which bleed me each day
and wound me, in every way.
each waking hour,
each aching morn....
i awake,
i ache,
and i am doomed,
to love
again.
till
the day that i,
shall break
the curse,
and awake no more
again.
and talons, like a vice grown.. which bleed me each day and wound me in every way.. Womanly feline has been let loose to hunt down any unsuspecting weakling that unknowingly strays into this realm. Very powerful and very different Wardha speaks to the avid reader this time around.
Ammmmmazing composition indeed! Love inspires love hurts circling everyday dawn and dusk ++10
you pound on the cruelty of love and separation with amazing romance... the emotion grows out of the words and forms a delicious image.... and what wonderful rhythm to these lines, bravo!
this is a masterpiece and u are so right my friend...lovely =)
one can be seperated from the loved though in closeset proximity...this is first time ever i read a poem of yours...enjoyed reading...cheer
There is lot of life in this poem...love and imagination too...hollow comments won't explain the solidness in this write...well done, Wardha...10
WROTE WONDERFULLY ON THE PAIN IN LOVE... AS IN U LIVED EVERY WORD U WROTE...
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4/23/2024 12:29:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The first two stanza lead to some complex feelings in the last one, , , , the flow is smooth and the words follow a rythm. Curse shall surely break but on love, , , ,10++