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LOVE , THE DARK MISTRESS.

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Isn’t it profane to say that love is insane ?
But Love is indeed so insane !
It grips the soul and loudly screams and screams,
Its like walking in a nascent dream .
And Oh! that aching petulant pain
Who can, then, stay insanely sane?

Like the dark mistress she stalks
In mind’s nooks and crannies she walks.
Ah ! here she turns the knife and twists
Oh for an order to desist !
But she is insanely dark
That mighty bright spark
She haunts and taunts and haunts again
Oh ! How love is insane !
Will you ever be mine ?

Doubts ! Doubts ! the dark corner of the mind shouts
And pouts and pouts and pouts !
Oh! how truly love is insane !

3 Comments

  1. kusum says:

    Inspired by Shakespeare’s Dark Lady of the Sonnets?
    Insanity – thy name is genius!
    Kusum

  2. parminder says:

    Absolutely! love, indeed, is insane. 🙂

  3. sarala jagan says:

    Thanks for the comments
    sarala

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