Poetry

The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth

The course of true love never did run smooth,

Never it will give any comfort or soothe.

 

Love is so beautiful, as woman’s hot breath,

And the taste of rosey tongue between the teeth.

 

O’ love if thy name is woman, I’ll be there for you, all my life!

 And pray thee God to honour you, my beautiful wife!

 

Your eyes are arrows, will break my heart into pieces

Soulful sight of your beauty, is a miracle among thousand mistresses

 

I love thee inside and out, and preaching your features

Will one day I possess my love! Ye I hope for my future

 

                                                                                                          ~ Preet Shah

                                                                                                          Sindh, Pakistan

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