Sonnet I - Poem by Abdullah Rihawi
Shall I be fond of thee after that all,
When thine did my heart many a stab
Think not me still be ready on thy call
Recall the day my looks thou didst nab.
Shall I be cheat'd misled lover to be
By words false that me were they sent
Think not me fool be won easily by thee
Recall the day my heart thou didst rent.
Shall I be tied by thine forever and ever
Me can't save utter be cursed with damn
Think not me back, SO be not too clever
Recall thy knocks the day I did slam.
But all those vanish with smile upon thy face,
Within thy heart I dwell, and never replace.
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