LOVE STORY
MATLOOB BOKHARI
Last night , in the midnight, we were together,
Walking hand in hand with tears of smiles.
You were my flower, perfume of my heart.
Looking at me with soft eyes with long lashes,
With tears and smiles, kissing me with your ruby lips.
Lying in your arms, I tasted a touch of your skin,
Your pain, your hot tears in the jaws of darkness.
Which broke the spell of my midnight dream.
Now these love songs are the tears of my soul.
Ah me! Broken moon is now without moonlight!
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
LOVE STORY
MATLOOB BOKHARI
Last night , in the midnight, we were together,
Walking hand in hand with tears of smiles.
You were my flower, perfume of my heart.
Looking at me with soft eyes with long lashes,
With tears and smiles, kissing me with your ruby lips.
Lying in your arms, I tasted a touch of your skin,
Your pain, your hot tears in the jaws of darkness.
Which broke the spell of my midnight dream.
Now these love songs are the tears of my soul.
Ah me! Broken moon is now without moonlight!
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