Gift of Love
If I had not met her
I could not have known
To the joy of love
And if I had not felt
This joyful bloom
I had not been prone
To this deep gloom
The lifelong sorrow
Is the gift of my love
And I have to preserve it
For the sake of my faith
I cannot break
The tradition of love
That brings biting pain
For your heart to take
The joy of a few moments
Brings unending torments
To bear ceaselessly
Closed in the dark of soul
It hits the feelings
To the walls and ceilings
Giving irreparable cracks
Destroying the smoothness
Of all cheerful tracks
Leave your heart
Stumbling forward and back
Copyright © V P Mahur | Year Posted 2014
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