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If I was super,

I would want x-ray vision

To peer past your doubts.
Summer is ending,
But I still feel the warm breeze,
It reminds me of home,
The divine smell of fresh roses,
Even fresh mowed grass,
Reminds me of a better time,
One that can only be had in the summer,
But summer is over,
For another year.
To taste the bittersweet nectar of thy lunar lips.
Lie me hope, sing to me the song of the helix.
Proffer me the chance to breach thy bastion,
encompass thee in my love and compassion.
Sanction me to be that one whispering love stories
in thine ear while bathing in the Aurora Borealis
dazzling and clear.
You and I, a rickety tent and a love nothing less of
heaven sent.
In mine heart thou shalt forever remain.
My panzer maid grant me...the fall of rain.
She wants me to kiss on her petals of lips
For which she is ready to give all the tips
This is how beautifully takes me in grips
Love has been reinvigorated to take trips

When I embrace her warmth touches soul
Love and beauty mingle from pole to pole
In ecstasy and passion I just forget my role
Heaven dawns on me when she offer whole

Has love witnessed such charm of beauty
Where love and beauty are just totally free
In a state of trance she surpasses every sea
How I state what fortune of love could be

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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