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| Date: December 12, 2023 A.H |
My lover's ire, like a raging fire,
Burns bright and hot, my heart's desire.
I tremble at her wrathful tone,
Yet, I am ready to atone.
Her words, like sharpest knives,
Cut deep and leave me scarred for life.
But still, I beg for more,
Her anger, I can't ignore.
For in her eyes, I see a flame,
That burns with passion, not with blame.
And though she speaks with angry voice,
I hear the love, her words imply.
So let her rage, let her scold,
I'll take the punishment, my heart's gold.
For in her anger, I find peace,
My love for her, will never cease.
Only For Mehreen Efandi (Maah Efandi)
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