Pain Of Love Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

When your lovely face shines in my shrine of love
I hid myself within a chamber of melancholy
Which have been created but by not only me
You as well,

When I curse myself for my bondage unlimited of you
You may mock at me with your wisdom of life
With your very young heart not seasoned to an offer
Like mine,

Yonder, sky a star has fallen dreadful to eye of mine
Like, I may shut myself from you forever hoping you in
Pain utmost,

It is bliss in my soul to depart from you and the world
Giving you a break but I doubt you ever will feel such
In thy youth,

For you can bear any blow with a bright face much than mine
Thou are sickened with an ego of an eternal youth ever mocking
At a true love.