Mournful hymns composed by my heart
Cry out in this desolate night,
The moon's wearing a veil of black,
Not one star will offer its light
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O, my beloved, where are you? Why are your thoughts no longer mine... My senses succumb to frenzy, Love and peace no longer align An excellent love poem.Well expressed Well done Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
O, my beloved where are you? Are your thoughts no longer mine. Cries of a desolate heart poured in every word. Yet this pouring works as a balm. Thank you for sharing.
Love can be an ache as well as a joy. Wonderfully expressed.