The Devil's Love
The frosty is the heart
Is all the blood,
As if there is any!
The chilling flame of an evil,
Erupts and soaks.
The love is lost,
The lunge of an eroded part
Passes and squawks
A new angel, sent the God
Erotic and hot is she,
The coquetry of a light at height
So the immortal rust is now,
Full of lust, roars and yells,
The childish of a lover!
Grabs and tries, but nothing finds,
So he is a kind!
The reddish talons of a vulture
Now, chase and trace like a child
Glean and sing
The lovers’ honor of trust!
Flies and sighs,
Soars and falls
Like the birds of love,
But nothing he grasps,
Through the virtue of light
Then,
The wild and crazy he becomes
Sweats and swells,
Swings and sweeps,
As he really is,
The swan!
And the most common of its type
Is the three times he bowls
Howls and shouts:
“Is really the only merciful a Torturer?”
Copyright © Mehdi Hajizadeh | Year Posted 2006
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