A Little Love

A little love is always to share,
Pulling the legs of those who care;
Share the guns and rifles if you desire,
Fully able are those soldiers, in this empire.
My love extends to the strong and able,
Working a solution for any council.

My love for you is strong as I cry,
The crying in your eyes is for me, I try;
Conventions are strong, more than ever,
Like audacity of the home, the love of the actor.
For love is in me tonight as I weep and weep,
Lamentations are stronger forms when asleep.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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