To me, my love, never been ruled,
With dusty stars, in I despair,
Bringing me to days; unfair,
Where help's never helped, with when love is glued.
To me, my love, hot summer's lone queen,
To it applauds winter's dead heart
With his embedded eyes left unhurt,
Which seeks its charm, never does sin.
To me, my love, blind bay's lone friend,
With relations being its baby's cradle song,
For its height never be taken and I go wrong,
It shall paint itself with old colors and never does end.
To me, my love, not a vindictive man's historical revenge,
Shall never alter when to it death's door cage.
So nicely crafted with loving, charming words........wonderful poem on feelings of love.....top marks
Beautiful poem on love. Beautify imagery of words used with seasons of nature. I loved the lines... To me, my love, not a vindictive man's historical revenge, Shall never alter when to it death's door cage. Loved reading it.
a good poem on love well expressed keep writing dear poet freind
Great poem! I love this one a lot, Saheb. Quite impressive. Well-deserved 10' from me! !
Nice work! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
Yes, you're right.Love knows to forgive the betrayer.A true lover never takes revenge.Great!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem on love so nice- your words-To me, my love, not a vindictive man's historical revenge, Shall never alter when to it death's door cage. keep it up