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In Love I Trust
Let not these tears flow like streams!
Lest they flood the land of my dreams.
Whom I had, with love, called my own.
A broken heart while its fragments groan.
Shattered they are! Like glass and crockery.
Well-filled with hate and grief and mockery.
Yet, O beloved, please shed not these tears.
And wail in sheer agony; in venomous fears.
For though you weep so far from my sight,
Where the Tempest roars all day and night.
Where the cunning Time holds your hand.
And this, my weary heart can't withstand.
Yet, Love, with all hope, might and skill.
Shall leave this Time, broken and still.
The hands of Time, soon shall rust.
Fear not, beloved! In Love I trust.
© Nikhil Kusnur
Lest they flood the land of my dreams.
Whom I had, with love, called my own.
A broken heart while its fragments groan.
Shattered they are! Like glass and crockery.
Well-filled with hate and grief and mockery.
Yet, O beloved, please shed not these tears.
And wail in sheer agony; in venomous fears.
For though you weep so far from my sight,
Where the Tempest roars all day and night.
Where the cunning Time holds your hand.
And this, my weary heart can't withstand.
Yet, Love, with all hope, might and skill.
Shall leave this Time, broken and still.
The hands of Time, soon shall rust.
Fear not, beloved! In Love I trust.
© Nikhil Kusnur
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