
Though love’s tongue does strum the heart’s reaps deeply
For such love bares you desire and loss
Hadn’t been your desire to grow wearily
As fortuitous grasps bewilder the toss
Which your strife quivers it’s untroubled lyn
Making your heart wary of rumbling throbs
And now by the lyn he touches her skin
Whilst his eyes bestow her as his phoebe
As a mistress to her lover, a tale
For in her voice a melodic guitar
Tiptoeing his ears with her major scale
Thus he unearths his lover in memoir
To untie the twines of their love’s vow
Thereby love’s flavor for both to endow.
Poem by Farah A.Y