the rain was just a drizzle
like my feelings any more
as we stood in awkward chat
and you can't find me any more.
not in here, at least,
in a quasi-happy fete,
with celebrations halted
because they make you fret.
I can't see my heart to give it
for it's always given back
and we'll stand in smoke and raindrops
with me turning myself black.
it can't reflect the light
so you'll perhaps not see
that my eyes have turned away
and my heart it didn't stay
and the part you have
is just the surface-me.
I won't let go, or let you in,
you'll only get the drizzle
not the swim.
When I look at my love I am bound to praise
With this chase I will become like a real blaze
What a beautiful piece of art she is I see I gaze
Then I raise this chase but in very many ways
Love is eternal but beauty makes it immortal
It gives air and increases oil in burning candle
It comes in little drops just like a rain to drizzle
It makes life innocently delightful and graceful
My beloved most beautiful act is just to extend
Sheer love, in pure form to enhance and pretend
You and me have specific love trend and blend
We will go together on love path as determined
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Her kind of rain was the kind that drizzled
Her drizzles were like soft rain,
On grey days, they made perfect sense to align with interspersed clouds hanging heavy on blue-less skies
But on days when a storm beckoned it's calling
I lost her,
Where it never drizzled
music of a drizzle,
wet smell of earth
a sun scattered face,
some winter morning
with me, at dusk
sleep glows in
a deep cave
I dwell on you...
Without you it's so dismal,
I tell you, it's not blissful!
But still bae, it's a drizzle,
With you here in the middle,
Oh my, It's still a fist full!
If I didn't have you on skype, I would have 8 hours of my day free.
Why are you 'grieving'?