Gift Of Love Poem by B U Afnan

That poor heart bled love

Like a bleeding dove

A picture of melancholy and woe

Pleading to the god above,

'Lord! , Please take away this curse of love'

Angles cried whenever they spoke of
that bleeding heart, dying slow

Even the phantom of unrequited love

Cursed and hated his own shadow.

When trampled and stepped on

That pure heart kept bleeding love,

hoping to nourish that sweetheart somehow

Such selfless servitude was unheard-of,

Pleading to the god above,

'Lord! , Please don't take away this gift of love '