Love Matters

May we move in ways known to mankind,
Tender hearts abstain from crying and shouting;
Inside the movie starts, followed by tears
Of shouting and descriptions abound.
Letters of love surround us in disgust,
Lulling the sadness once love has mastered.
One condition is better than a thousand,
That mutter some reply or a hundred statements.
Love is a matter too polite, a wedding of right,
Too many pains have been passed before the hour.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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