Love the wife of Loyalty stands with her husband's arms wrapped around her and her arms wrapped around him in an warming embrace.  Loyalty looked into the eyes of Love and said

"My beautiful, beautiful, wife you filled my heart with joy by becoming my wife.  My world revolves around you.  I will always be there for you.  I will stand by your side and help you chase after your dreams.  I will protect you from all threats."

Love gave Loyalty a squeeze and said

"I too will stand by your side and help you chase after your dreams.  I will be there for you in your time of need or when ever you just want me by your side."

Love and Loyalty looked into each other's eyes and began to kiss.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Of course,
Of course we misunderstood
That somethings bad
Are someone's good.

I was standing in the open,
Feeling spirits broken,
Fearing the unspoken.
I should run for cover now.

These times are surely falling,
My shades are halfway down,
The locks are frozen,
My hands are cold,
There's a fire inside and it's taking hold.

Soon the terms were meted,
The losers greeted
Like old comrades in arms.

It started up again;
Begins as it began,
And I'm standing in the open,
I'm mad for cover again.

When I whisper in your ear your earrings resist
But I do understand your glowing cheeks insist
Your charming beauty and graces ,style do exist
In mist love aspires and beauty needs be kissed

Your skirt asks for look your treasure is to open
From your ***** knot wants to rise blazon sun
In entire universe your beauty is job well done
Give your hand in my hand ,my love lets run

Streaks of your beauty make surroundings bright
You are so beautiful a burning candle with light
Your beauty is my asset your sight is my insight
For you sweetheart with entire world I can fight

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

You see what you want to see,

Through eyes clouded with disdain,

Resentment, jealousy, and fear.


Ignorant of your own flaws,

A perfect embodiment of narcissism.

You've taken to projecting fallacies on me,

Painting yourself as the victim of a tragedy you created.


You see what you want to see,

And you don't want to see me.

I want to be soft.

I am hard,
Rough,
Cold.

I am guarded,
Behind a solid brick wall,
Built by a need for independence.

"I only need me"
An unconvincing mantra.

Needs are not wants.

I want
To wake up on a Sunday,
And stay in warm arms until noon,
Wrapped tightly around my bare skin,
Because it's no longer rough.

I want to be soft.

I'll think of you when it snows.

For a few years at least,
Who knows.

Maybe longer.

The world stops
In that intimate moment
When he calls me "his".
Distance melts
Times pauses -
And his words -
Feel like a kiss.