Never Cry Any More For Your Lost Love

Loud shall the darkest days speak, tired and fed! That there isn’t a truth in the word love, For they had shed the tears in colour red, Like blood from the heart of a dying dove. Long had the cowards played games with you, they knew your heart was innocent in soul, that your heart shall make no complaint or sue, The devils, in the love-mask, those played foul. not a sight of true love yet touched your heart, as it shall not come in the devils mask, and never can it tear your heart apart, as it sounds no easy for them, a task. Wait for the true love that shall take your hands, With true spirits that you never have seen, in this world or heaven and fairy-lands, taking you to the depths you never been. So, let your wings row high upon the sky, For you will find your new love from its height, That fills your heart, full, with roses of shy, while worlds spin envied taking off their sight. ©Anees Rahman