Inside Love

Inside love is another job,
Emotional and dangerous is a session of love,
For it is another job, and another love.
Find its quantity, when you are near,
Distant memories shall repair it,
Whenever the occasion matters.
Inner worry minds the belt of a dress,
It is hiding me, and what I trust.
I must love it, be a lover of haste
And master the art of intelligence.
Inside this is another job.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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