Lost In Love Poem by Naveed Akram

Lost In Love



Lost being, nearly the height of crow’s flight,
You are indignant, as if you are angry of sight.
Still beautiful, this lost meaning is gathered,
The dyes of youth becalm us afterward.
As dark as stormy weather, the soul of evil must die,
So that we station our belongings in new love and cry.
A doubt remains, however, of a heated hatred,
Is it the middle of love, or just good feeling accented?
Lost is your loving nature, lost are crown and robe,
Lulling spectators, the courtiers of the majestic globe.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
rago rago 03 November 2009

very finely crafted and lost in love always pain and did make one strong inside....

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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