This poem can be treated as a stalker’s song. Well that’s what people get called as, when one side of love just falls away and the other stand perplexed. Nothing can be done at that point other than declaring the love one has, and what will the lover get? Minimum is getting called a stalker. I am not kidding I was called a stalker for writing poetry about love. Well I don’t care about what others think. I just write my poetry. You come, you read and you take whatever you want from it and live with it. That’s it.
My Will.
Foregone are the days of myths,
Where lovers loved like you and I,
Gladness in beat of our hearts danced,
And in the joy of each other we smiled.
Where have you hidden the smile of mine?
Oh’ failed in every search of mine,
To find the gladness with which you once blessed,
My every living moment with a whisper from far.
In what graveyard you buried the love you felt?
In which demon’s whisper your mind deviated?
Oh’ your heart become a devilish sepulcher,
Where purity of love forever buried.
When every heart that loves I see,
When every girl I met who spoke
About the love for their lover they have,
Oh’ still I wish it were you telling your love for me.
Never will I seek a graveyard to bury my love for you,
Never will I let demons whisper a word against you,
Oh’ my heart will be a sanctuary for my love for you,
As forever dedicated to loving you is my will for you.
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I like the idea of this will…
And there is a certain sense of antiquity in your language.. cool!
@Hamna Labeeb@facebook – Thank you very much Hamna.. Yeah kinda went into that style a bit, I am glad you liked it.
Lone!!