When with Love

Don't see me strutting away through some flashy corridors
You'll be shocked to see this pride bowing before a voice.
The eloquence that is applauded,
Come sometime to see it stammering
When its love starts uttering.
Baffled, baffled
have gone my senses,
O' love procuring your ridge.





Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-08-20 at 13:15

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Kathy Lockhart
Amna, you have caught the love virus and oh what it does. Wonderful expressive poetry! : ) kathy
2008-08-20