Love Wears a Funeral Veil
Love and sorrow walk as one, A bond unbroken, never undone.
For every kiss, a tear will fall, A whispered ache, a lover’s call.
The heart that loves must bear the weight, Of joy entwined with sorrow’s fate.
For love is cruel, it does not spare, It lingers long, yet leaves despair.
It wears a veil, it hums a tune, A melody of love and ruin.
Its hands are silk, its lips are fire, It sings of hope, then buries desire.
A lover’s touch, a mourner’s cry, A love that lives, yet begs to die.
It carves its name in skin and stone, It builds a throne, then sits alone.
For every vow, a wound is made, A promise carved, a price unpaid.
Yet in the dark where sorrow stays, Love still lingers, love still sways.
It wears a veil, it hums a tune, A melody of love and ruin.
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Puroja Bhattacharya
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