If" her heart should have been a page,
I should have wrote the saddest lines,
If only she can pretend to be love by the king that says "he,
Tonight I will write the saddest lines,
I stand to view a million in one,
Who's as beautiful as her? None,
So cool she is, lips so fluffy like a creamy paste,
Even behold her silky waist,
If our hope relent on our fate,
Tonight I will write the saddest lines.

This love is not blindness, but sadness,
My love is now bumping and jumping,
My tears and plea remade nothing but wasting,
My love is tough but fate is revolting;
Sometimes she sends her soul-mate beyond my gate,
We all shed bloods, I wish she could relate,
Maybe she loves less or my appeal was too late,
Is this that we called love or being selfish?
Anyways, there she is, crowned as queen JANFI-JANFA in her yellowish,
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her,
What was the matter that my love could not keep her?
Tonight I will write the saddest Lines.

Constant love is moderate ever,
And it will through life persever,
Give me that love with true endeavor,
And I will restore it neatly.
Winter's cold and Summer's heat,
Autumn's tempest on it beat,
That's to say, is just that I am feat,
Such the love that I would gain,
Such the love I tell the pain,
Thou must give, or woo in vain,
Love and desperation weakened my soul,
Tonight I will write the saddest Lines.

When a politician watches a crowd,
A multiples views will portray of his sweetheart,
So I believes that loves require nothing only an object,
But this varies so much,
Almost I imagine such,
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long,
If our hearts is open to conjugate our love, and our mind is full of whispering desire,
I am just waiting for end to come,
Tonight I will write the sweetest lines.

by
~AbdulKarim Kareem 🌹❤️

#short poem of love.🖊️