Scheherezad Vazir

It’s never love

it is not love that hurts, torments, neither does it destroy
its the unclean hands that play then discard it as a useless toy

its not love that lacerates the intolerable anguish
its those who for variety's sake, let it extinguish

its not love that tortures our most vulnerable space
its those who for curiosity's need seek any filthy place

its not love that leaves behind engraved scars
its those who for their lust, leave for love, dimmed out stars

its never love that gives pain
if love did that.....! it would be self slain..