The lover, consumed by love's disease,
Whispered their tale with fading breath.
But when the evening of sorrow's tale was broached,
The dawn's lamp extinguished, consumed by death.
Intent to forsake love, a hardened vow,
Yet drawn by a smile's sweet deceit, we fell.
Before recovering from that first stumble,
We stumbled again, as our hearts swelled.
Oh, the limit of broken promises, a bitter sting!
Reflect within your heart, count the cost.
The Day of Reckoning approached, slowly creeping,
The day of reunion, ever lost.
To them, in a letter, I wrote of my restless heart.
Their answer: "Why did you choose to love?"
Who bade you to bind your heart, take part?
Your heart will heal, as it must move.
I care not for my own heart's plight, its pain,
But I fear this child's stubborn desire.
That a tender foot might be strained again,
By my heart, which they crush, with their fire.
Their presence, a guest, for how long could it last?
The candle extinguished, stars still shone above.
"Qamar," how they hurried to leave, their pace too fast,
They departed, as moonlight began to move.
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