For all those who love as the way they paint,
On that naked sheet with the pace of wind,
That hits his soul with that sudden bent,
And calls forth all strands waiting to bind,
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Pure love- is true love! thank you for this saint poem! Love's like that sweet dessert of lovers That gets itself spoiled with the rise of a sin,
Do love in that pure way ere it turns waste, And make love's portrait the way it tastes......lovely write saheb like it
Love enriches human hearts and arts embellish life! Both are vital for human happiness! Great sonnet Saheb!
Love's like that sweet dessert of lovers That gets itself spoiled with the rise of a sin, - really it is. This poem is very nicely envisioned. Many thanks.
Loving with the pace of wind...profound statement. My pleasure to read! Dorothy APWLT...A Poet Who Loves To Sing