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Mordial33

Published: Oct 15, 2014

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'Pon Love, An Esoteric Obium

How oft dost thou lookest to thine heart?
Thy love beest beauty, 'tis beauteous art,
A beacon of light in lovers' dark,
Her name on thy lips in the silence, stark;
Thy love beest beauty, a beauteous art.

How oft hast thou lookest to thine hand?
'Tis red-tinged in color: a rose-stung hand,
Thy blood on the ground doth stain the sand,
A crimson verge from a rose-stung hand,
Thy love beest beauty, an art unplanned.

The Rub'i of Vows Forlorn

The maiden clad in shrouded shades of sorrow sung
To Fate of her yearning while the chapel bells rung,
I swear by these sweet musings my love, 'pon my word:
A song of sweet serenity, with sorrow strung.

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I feel terrible that it took me a month to finally get around to posting this even though

posted his part such a long time ago. Anyway, whatever, here it is. I have to personally recommend shehrozeameen Not only is he an amazing poet; he is a great friend as well. Check out his gallery. I promise, if you like poetry in any capacity, you will love his work. Here are several that I would like to highlight. Just keep a dictionary nearby. Even I have had some trouble with some of the words he uses and I have an amazing vocabulary lol