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I rely on you

For

The first time

I saw you

I searched on
Web for this
State of
Me

But,
This is
Love

Inner heart
Said

If I cannot leave you
If I cannot live without you
This is love
Tried ...
To express
Something
May be
Misfired
Every part of me

Is a gift

for you

Eyes to see you

Lips to kiss you

Nose to tickle you

Ears to hear you

Hands to hold you

Legs to reach you

Heart to love you

Brain to think of you
Every part
is a gift
for you

Simple and
Simplicity

I love
...
One day
When all events will be finished,
Then you will see
Over and over again
Is this why the door closed,
By that time the window next to
The road is full of trash

Little by little
I will be almost removed
From your mind
Then Red Sun will be appeared
In a new horizon,
The birds will sing the same as before
You will laugh
For some reason mystery

Flowers will be dancing
Before you
You will be singing with someone
Highborn
Moonlight will brighten
Your night
And your Sky will be filled with
Full of dreams

But then you will not feel the,
Moonlit wet night
As your first feeling flourished
Like a Red Rose,
Either an Evergreen Love Song
Or As a Romantic Poem,
Hold your hands in a way
That will be mystic wandering

Remember My Darling,
And then I will exist
Thousands of Millions of miles
Away from you,
As a Bright Star
Will be burned myself
And be Fallen as dust
On your Eyes-
...
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
dust of bright star
Steamy hot
lover
With an appreciation
for fine music
Tells it like it is
Wolf Spirit aka Quinnfinn
You make a girl swoon
with
Romance
Erotica
& Song
Always
do you bring
a smile to warm the heart
1/12/2015
Always do you bring joy and pleasure
with your poetry
When you realized
my walls couldn't be knocked down
you built a roof on them
and called it *home
when you go to that lane
where the houses are graves
their rooms only pain
shadows' dark waves

where winds pause morose
light is barred
closed doors and windows
keep sunshine debarred

where walls are deadened
reeking of moss
the way is a dead end
weighed with cross

you would meet a hollow face
covered in hood
who would ask *all these days
you did what good.
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