My love I saw you in a dream with rosy glow
Please just do not ask me the price of the show
You are unaware of love blow but I do know
That how enchanting beauty in my veins to flow
Love is neither comedy nor take it as a tragedy
But still it is that wonderful heavenly golden key
Which opens those closed doors of beloved free
Through which a lover has taken away his fairy
My sweetheart please do not be victim of rivals
Let us be fair,frank in our approach like angels
Even if by people we are just considered as rebels
Let be like a beacon of light to create the miracles
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
My love I saw you in a dream with rosy glow
Please just do not ask me the price of the show
You are unaware of love blow but I do know
That how enchanting beauty in my veins to flow
Love is neither comedy nor take it as a tragedy
But still it is that wonderful heavenly golden key
Which opens those closed doors of beloved free
Through which a lover has taken away his fairy
My sweetheart please do not be victim of rivals
Let us be fair,frank in our approach like angels
Even if by people we are just considered as rebels
Let be like a beacon of light to create the miracles
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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