Sonnet of Love
Love , a curse in our stars , blessing in disguise ,
Like a blind man’s lamp guides till our doom .
It isn’t a nine day wonder that time despise ,
But , pulls the strings of our heart in days of gloom.
No prophet knows a fate of love ,
My wits puzzled what hath she ?
Not the skin that’ll wrinkle made me love ;
Pin the blame on your eyes that glee.
Your deafened heart threw my songs in vain ,
Your footmarks mock my potraits of love .
Let her stones get wet by my tears of rain
And Let the debt of love marks all I have .
Not a potion , but love can cure one’s soul ,
Immune to love , thy life is a foul.
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