The Woes of Love!
While thinking of her day and night,
Continued inside me is intense fight.
How much I found, what I've lost,
For love I have paid a huge cost.
The reward in turn that I've got,
Solitude and pains filling my cot.
Everlasting are the beloved's gifts,
The woes of love, heaven never lifts.
Every time when I get sunk in her,
Such worries visit as never were.
But I've no grievance over it,
Having repentance not even a bit.
A precious wealth is her sorrow,
That only fortunate ones can borrow.
She'll be remembered again and again,
Till death's tunnel swallows life's train.
~ by PASSI0NATE
