Die With My Love Poem by Naveed Akram

My love is of the heavenly straits,
My authors labour nights and days;
Their writings fulfil and fill the hard
Ways of distress and mild release.

A madness retires and instigates like cruelty,
My love has retired and forsaken the one,
His writer is a forward-looking man,
Of disintegrating features and lovely pains.

My love is of the heaven and hell,
My love is shone in dozens of ways;
May we describe the odd features of a face,
The faces and heads of a delighted form.

Matching the breadth of a footfall,
A mild attack is overcoming like a kick,
Legs and arms fold inwards and you
Must design a life for the death that comes.