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.