Instalasi Sastra Poems
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Love Defiled [answer To A Beautiful Poem Entitled ‘love Defined]
What love is, but an error,
Contagious in two egotistic mind,
Rising a malicious terror
For a veiling intention that unkind?
What is love, but a fear,
Covered in pure pathetic vow,
Which wrung the heart to spill a tear,
Leaving the soul disgrace below?
What is love, but a vassal,
Ruled by evil voices that murmur,
In malice aforethought abysmal,
But lurk by beauteous blur?
And what is love, but a tragedy,
Since Adam and Eve to Romeo and Juliet,
In love story of everlasting comedy,
Remnant of anguish silhouette?
So I ...
A Prelude Of Love
Bewildering moments in grace,
Every time I see thy face.
In such an odd sense, I felt?
The seven days of bliss,
For thy beauty I surely miss.
In such a bad dream, I slept?
My fondness never succumb,
Albeit thy heart remains numb.
In such a sad affliction, I wept?