The Fuzzy Love Poem by Muhammad Murad

The Fuzzy Love


Hurdles a many, but tell me,
Did my love with thee, differed?

Panic not, for I am here,
Your armor, so be calmed;

Love me, or hate, choice is yours,
For I, like a candle, must burn;

Amazed and stunned thee, I know,
Noble is, because my love;

Tried to recall, when we first met?
But, alas, nothing came to mind;

Adjoined are aye! Thy dreams, and mine,
I meet you there, and so do thee

Still amazed, what is this?
A love? No, a fuzzy love, must I say