Love Thou Art Frail
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Love is just a sapling in my heart
with pale leaves trembling
on its brittle branches
or it's a new-born moon
barely visible to the naked eye
Love thou art frail
You never grow
You are a child always, demanding
and squealing
but I let you be the keeper of my heart
When the nights are longer
than the length of my dreams
you let a moth come into
the fire of its feelings
and turn it to ashes
and laugh with the wickedness
of a triumphant little devil.
Nosheen Irfan © 2017
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