The Wound Of Love

Oh! God make my heart pure 

And her to realize the truth 

Love is but a game of life 

But not for my part 

Neither I praise the flowers for her 

Nor gaze the moon at night  

But believed her as on nature 

And adorned her like a Goddess 

Of peace for peace.

Having no desire but the exchange 

A love for love 

Oh! God of love Cupid 

Let her free for tempt 

Of beauty, of pleasure and peace 

Let her measure my volition 

On the balance of the heart.

 

I'll bear unease for her trust 

Sitting before the evening horizon 

Near the dried pound 

On the faded grass till life 

To fulfil her depletion. 

A wound of love.