Price Of Injuries Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Price of Injuries
My love your untowads behaviour
And your style to please my rivals
Has injured my my heart as saviour
Will make it difficult for any revivals
My bleeding hear prays for welfare
Of you and all of my real enemies
But has erupted a hard burning flair
These bruises will bloom for centuries
Love needs a high price to but pay
I left no stone unturned to survive
For your sake I have to pay just to say
Now please never ever ask me to revive
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright May 2021 Love Remains