Love Me Until Death Poem by Naveed Akram

I love you with the dying of wrong,
If I never met you, a death would result.
I wouldn’t desire the lad at the lawn,
The lasses are all not for me.
I have a thousand months to experience
Just so that wrong has been omitted.
For when I love cakes of beauty,
Beauty passes its test and I am left
As a man without hunger pains,
Within the sanctuary of love.

Actually the same love results from
The divine blessings attached to my name.
Just for this card I talent myself
With curling phrases burdening the youth
Glaring at my eyes,
Bursting with fury as love enters
And cancels hate,
Fearful are the lovers with their gaze.