When hearts have one mingled,
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed.
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest,
For your cradle, your home, and your bier.
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Write by Nur Hidayah Sofea at 03:03
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