B.H.R.R
The fool is giddy with pleasure,
So exquisitely rapturous,
Beyond measure, at the sound of your
voice,
That he would listen to nothing else,
If his were the choice!
Isn’t the beloved’s curse the sweetest
blessing?
Her smile- the eternal dancing spring of
paradise,
That slakes my incessant thirst,
Without pause, even as I dare not stand;
Lest He should frown at my ardent amour.
Before, I was afraid to stoop,
Little did I realize that only it sprouts into
a lush tree,
The seed which shall humbly droop,
Rather than arrogantly stand!
So! Give me a hand, as I found out,
That Amour is God and God is Amour;
Come brother! Realise this beautiful truth
to find succour.
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HOPEFULLY, DISAPPOINTED LOVE
PoetryI (26) fell in love, hard and true, wanting to marry her(17) . She seemed to reciprocate my desires, and i was the happiest guy on earth. Only, after one year together, she went away with another boy(18) , I am not affluent, but God Willing, I will...
