ROMANTICISM: "MY LOVE" BY KARM

How now, my love?

Why is your cheek so pale?

Why you belike want for rain?

Choose love by another's eyes!

If then true lovers we have been

Then confess must I

That so much heard I have

Your thoughts mutter silently

Of hurt and neglect

Like a nomadic being thou livest

All the afflictions and bondages 

You went through then

I am here to confess with love

If there is a sympathy in choice

With death or sickness I will always be

If ever any beauty I did see

It's you my love

I shall sacrifice myself for you

If either to die the death or

Abjure forever from the society of men

Just to preserve you!

©DE SENIOR CITYZYN

KARIM DE POET

LIT_WURA

GHANA 🇬🇭