The Incomplete Love Story

The waters of the love river were too deep I was ignorant its banks were so much steep A few pages of my story are yet to be written To complete it come back in my arms and sleep I was silent, yet pains could not remain in hide My eyes relayed my heart beats and painful beep Come and listen to what happened in loneliness Youth I passed in tears though I could not weep My beloved's anger has love in its depths I see love, through the unkind eyes when I peep Once I saw your old black and white portrait I found you in my arms with your naughty creep I found you laughing on your pains and defeats Oh Arzoo! In your frustrations you never weep.