To Dead Heart O Valentine Come

I’m dead in my heart you killed me by the sword lips oh! what a killer sight you have I’m banned in my heart O beauty you sovereign my poetry I’m ruined in your cheek dimple, your neckline locks me up like the snake mating through the whispering of fairy tale I’m sting by the pearl teeth oh I’m tippled in illusory Nymph I’m hurt by the watery life I’m imprisoned in the gleaning forest of watery grave your fawned eyes, alcoholic nose, swan cheeks bow lips, body like the road of springtime arrest me here in this valentine’s gibbet kisses, your weapon kill me blamelessly where the verse of God curse me devilishly distinguish me I’m a true believer of love sheer straight forward I’m in me I’m in no game as well as no fame I’m in your love where you’re the heart of valentine where you’re blooming my poems pulse couplet of love in my wine cup rotating on the mystical drinking path now I’m namesake piece of heart in the alluring light of your eyes, stigmatized when I’m shot by the love arrow, the ripped heart floating on the river of sorrow valentine has come also you may come I have no complain against you to dead heart you may come also wedding lock the ring may bring to make link on the epithet blossomed flower for the true love I surely capture -February 11, 2020 Chattogram