Look My Love Is Going Away

Look My Love Is Going Away short poem

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Look my love is going away
tell him to stop
And make him stay,
My eyes are shedding tears
The clouds are bursting with fear
The heart is bleeding
with broken pieces,
To make him bring near
Look my love is going away
Stop him before it ruins my every day,
My soul is dead, it goes, it goes away in his stead
Look my love is going away
Stop it before it’s a lost way .

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I am student of class AS-LEVEL of school MMIS-mullana...... (I don't think that i need any words to explain me.You all can know me by famous future poet..........!!! Anyways by this you all know that how much i like doing Joking.But yes if you want you can take me seriously.At last i would say that I believe in myself. And GOD is with me.GOD gave me the talent of writing.HIS work is done,now my work is to explore it.)
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ammu sachariah
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Pain of a loving heart is very nicely portrayed here. I like it.

Laya Sarath
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Pathos….and the deep inside feeling reflects in the poem….perfect lines…

J.rid
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inrequited love felt strongly here.

Akhtar Jawad
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A beautiful poem that touched the heart.

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