The Curse Of Love Poem by Phoolmatee Dubay
The Curse Of Love
It's as if he cast a spell on me?
Unknown to me!
Until I knew!
His love so splendid when given.
Differently?
But the agony of waiting for his love is endearing.
Or a test of time?
Until that time we meet,
I'll know then,
And I'll know why.
Your curse is love in itself.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
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5/5/2024 2:31:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
When the agony of waiting is endearing, is his love a curse in itself? But a moving poem!