Heart Hurts
A lover sees his beloved
Hands in hands
Merry like a singing bird
Gives nothing but pain
May still be some relief
If his heart has belief
Not with me but is glad
With her hero, fantasy lad
Yes it hurts but little
Now think of moment
When two hearts meet
Love little errors of each
Find heaven when together
Beloved opens her heart
And Says,
Look! It needs you
Incomplete it is,
Only you can complete
Both have love in hearts
Both know it always be
But
It never was, never is, never will be
POSSIBLE
Pain pure pain Pals….
In a heart apparently complete
poem by Jahan zaib
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