My sweetheart you have filled my life with all the colors
So I have become a rainbow to touch sky and earth both
My all sonnets and odes have become a book with chapters
I love you like a moth loves a candle on I declare on oath

Your prime and youth have taken my emotions and passion
My beloved how can I make you to understand my love
Your curly hair on your forehead have become a real fashion
Your charms and graces make you really sublime my dove

Let me show you the path to our love paradise, to the heaven
Let me take you and show you the magic of love in real life
Let me sea you your all beautiful curves in real style in action
I am looking forward in this winter season to just be my wife

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

Gracefully Depart
My sweetheart I am in love please understand
You are so ignorant but so sweet don't debar
For the sake of your beauty give hand in hand
Be in love,  take my love don't be always in war

My love passion when blooms to touch to kiss
I suddenly embrace and take you in my arms
I miss you my miss and do not want to just miss
Your beauty informs me to follow all the norms

I love you, you take my love stance as awkward
You can't understand the sincerity of my heart
In your stupidity you take it a trick and a fraud
If you do not need me then please gracefully depart

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

They cut up her face
  to spite who knows

She cut off some weight
      despite her bones

She’s starved for grace
    like a hungry ghost

Is it passion?
Is it addiction?

The way she suffers
so stranger than fiction

She’s waning away
    just like the moon

It’s just the way
    the darkness consumes

As they edit away
    her absolute heart of the poem

Cut, copy paste
they stretched the truth
across her face

Now the disenchanted runway
calls her name

“Depersonalization"

Baby girl,
you were born
with it

Now you’ve
just been
manipulated!

The transformation
was a success
but you’re still sentient!

Screaming
"Being like everybody
is like being nobody
and this body
is no body
it’s a plastic prison"

built on a template
of all your false expectations

We need to
    cut off the face
    of the status quo

There’s nothing divine
    left to her ratio

Knock the Goddess
    from the pedestal

“Burgundy sounds more poetic than maroon"
You say, in regards to your sweater.
-I’m just romanticizing it
tossed across
my room

As you push me
to the mattress
and strip me down
passed skin and bones

back to the vibrations
of my soul

Humming along,
are you a muse
or a siren song?

Are you rebirth
or are you just
another little death
of inspiration?

So fleeting.

I hate when you’re leaving,
because it leaves me longing
and pathetic

I’m just the impulsive one
with the most grandiose dreams.
Like I wanna give you everything
from the depths of these
****** up fantasies
With the most
golden ******* intentions

Because you’re the reason for
the ringing in my ear
when I feel like I’m onto something

The reason that the season
starts to make me feel better

So can you just stay
while I romanticize
your sweater?