When with Love
Don't see me strutting away through some flashy corridorsYou'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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