I Solemnly Swear
No else would ever come close or ever compare.
To your unconditional Tender love and care.
Unaware that my hearts under repair.
Im Mentally Gone but Physically There.
Could this be a Secret love affair?
Can't you sense the attraction in the atmosphere?
maybe its in the confidence that you wear?
Because Out of the corner of my eye
One day you caught me by suprise
I think you could be my angel in disguise
All in my feelings, you Got me over here mesmorized.
The Presences of this King was Strong and So bold.
With Such beauty my vision could barely behold.
Truth Be Told,
You precious to Me, more valuable than Gold.
From that moment on I knew you already had my heart sold.
Something intrigues me to you.
Is it because you are Respectful, Honest, and True?
Maybe its in reference to the little things you do.
You are Something so Extraordinaire
Hard to come, So Exquisite and rare.
Even when I'm broke you got me feeling like a multi millionaire.
You give me butterflies.
Got me floating like the clouds above in blue skies.
Having vision about you and I
Becoming as One and Unify.
You as my King and Me as Your Queen.
You are the drug and Im the Fein.
I need you so bad I could scream
You are surreal to me like a dream.
You set my heart on fire.
With a passionate buring for desire.
My Confession is I sit here secretly watching you and Admire.

Sincerely Your
Secret Admirer.

Do You Still Remember
The Day We Met

It was On A Summer's Day
The Sun Was Shinny
Yet On A Full Moon
Stars Were Visible
In Broad Day Light
The Clouds Were Coloured
In Rainbow Colours

We Were Led To Each Other
By The Blowing Winds Of Love
Blowing In One Direction
Where Our Hearts
Found Each Other
And Connected It Was Like
We Were In The Garden
Of Eden

My Fantasies
Were Brought To Life
I Was Living My Dreams
You Were Sitting
On A Tree Branch
In All Purple With Pink Lips....
Your Curves Were
Of A Mermaid,
Thighs Of An Angel
With Long Shinny
Black Hair
Your Beauty Was Beyond
Any Word
In the Oxford Dictionary
Your Were So Tempting
Marvellously sculpted
By The Sculpture
The Woman Of My Dreams

Sight Of You Stunned Me
My Heart Started Racing
I Could Feel Love
Running Through My Veins
I Fell In Love With You
From A Distance
Though I Fell More In Love
With The Looks

In You
I Had Found the One,
I Though
I Had Found The One,
A Cheerleader
Of My Dreams,
True Love,
Don't you Remember That Day
Do You Ever Sit and Reminisce
About It
Don't you Wish
You Could Revisit Time
And Relive That Day.............
I Wonder What Went Wrong.....
What Ever Made you Left
Must Have Been Big
Maybe My Mistake
Was Being More In love
With Looks.........

I am chained by your beauty don't slain me in love
I am stained in the process please take me just along
I am down below your feet you are up above my dove
When you ****** in my heart my soul carries like song

But in this world full of rivals I have my apprehension
So that no one can ****** you away from my warm arms
I am highly dejected and going through lot of tension
You are my muse of love and I am bound to follow norms

Let my kiss you my love let me miss you in solitude
You are my soul's solace and will remain till last breath
My love is very clever and your beauty is so crude
Let me declare the strong fact I will carry you till death

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

......
In this edge of the end
Where simplicity flows
Through the straight river
The upstream songs
As the ****** sunshine of Lost spring

There today,
Exhausted Myna drying feathers
In the wet air
Sitting on the shade of the window
Steadfast attention on the distant horizon

Slothful day in a comfort bed
With a cup of tea
A longed cigarette,
Romanticism become struck

Outside the open window
Inside out
Light clouds of August
As if the "will" cradling to and fro
Dropping the ageless poetry
Filled with the words of dance

Rain comes down on the unleash field
Essence of mystic tunes flowing
From the tearful trots of rains
Moving, Flooding
The both sides of the river
..............
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Love is defined as a feeling of warm personal attachment or affection.
Personally, that definition pales in comparison to how I feel when I look into those capturing circles of chocolate.
How I feel when I look at that beautiful smile that sets my heart, mind, and body ablaze.
No, because I feel...
I feel a range of emotions from this interpersonal connection to this deep entanglement.
These feelings race through my heart, out both ventricles, through my arteries to deposit this tingling sensation
throughout my body like a thousand fiery red ants scrambling up and down my interior.
Is that how love feels?
Is that simply just a feeling of personal attachment?

Emotions flood my body and even deep beneath my rib cage, past those guarded brick walls..
These emotions intensify and I begin to feel this 'love' again.
That's the art of love.
Knowing that one day flowers can begin to grow in the darkest parts of you,
knowing that rare ripples exist in this world that have the ability to create waves of radiance amidst gloomy waters.
knowing that through the vehement sour thoughts of another being wrapped around you, I can still feel an interpersonal connection.

You are the one thing that means absolutely anything,
everything.
I will run my fingers over every part of you, searching for the slightest crack and pour my love into each crevice of your shattered heart.
I will love you recklessly (again),
again, I'll risk loving you wholeheartedly.
Is that the art of love?
The beauty of infatuation?

The allure of love is the desire to keep the memories tattooed to our brains,
the desire to stitch ourselves together, even faster than we're tearing apart.
It's not just a feeling of mere warmth.
The art of love is knowing that when he leaves, the flowers will be plucked as well; knowing that this can happen and still refusing to let that stop you
from pouring love into all disparate crevices despite the possibility of having a barren garden next week.
It is choosing to knit us together when we appear to be crumbling at each seam.
The beauty within love is the ability to incessantly feel even when it becomes too much.
The art of love is the ability to love when even living becomes a difficulty.

-jjss-

Don't call me a hopeless romantic
I apologize I cannot help myself
But to smile whenever you look at me
Whenever the folds of your cheek
Wrinkle through your brown eyes
As the strands of your straight black hair
Jets down and sways with the wind

When was the last time
That I appreciated beauty more than I do?
When your laugh lifts up my bones
The thought that you exist
Makes me want to dream again

Call me hopeless romantic
But I am not
I don't believe a fantasy story
For people like me

Every time we say hello
I ought it to be the last time
I never want to bid goodbye
When everything falls deep
All I could do was to cry

Don't let me die in your arms
Please don't lure me with your charms
I want to escape and let go
When the morning shines
And everything's not yet too late

I clicked the bait for how many times
I had crossed so many lines
But for the love of God I looked away
I stand to see the sun kiss the sea
I watched it leave at night
While the waters are admired
by the moon above

I'm in ecstacy
Your scent is a smoke in my lungs
It burns throughout
But it feels so good
That I want more
Having my eyes on you is a vice
Where pain is what I'll have to trade
All I have are hours to wait
For this ******* feelings to fade
You bother me in your own simple way
Like when you exist
Or move, or touch or stand or drink or blink

Every you is a perfection I seek
The illusion of infatuation
The false imagery and temporary blindness
For the last time, I want to embrace you
I hope that what I feel is contagious
So you'll feel how it is when I'm thinking of you
When your soft and cold voice
Rushes through my neck on a summer night
Or when you became a song through my mind

I feel sick
Nearing the end of the brick
Like a brittle stick I break down
Insane I don't know what to do for the sixth time
I could sleep tonight in peace
But I chose to write this poem for you
For on eternity I'll surely miss you