Sanan Jadoon@sanan-jadoon
Title: Blood is the Paint of Love
Under the light of lamp that night,
Having the innocence in thy sight,
Thee asked me if my love was pure,
Thee asked me if I loved you more,
A dreadful silence grasped my lips,
I sensed a parting of our ways,
I felt that sorrow in thy gaze,
In all these lonely and desperate years,
How could I prove my love my dear,
Now death is knocking at my door,
Now I can prove my love for sure,
Let me cut my head this time,
Let me paint my face with blood,
So pages of history may testify,
I loved you till my last of sigh,
You have taught me the lesson I need,
Blood is the paint of love indeed.
-Sanan Jadoon