If someone else wants to touch you I can't tolerate
But when you bloom in my arms I really celebrate
My sweetheart you are my good fortune and not fate
My eyes carry your image which is wonderful ,great
My eyes kiss your beauty and my heart starts dance
Love and beauty are intoxicated in just real romance
My beloved hails from Italy and I hail from France
Let be real lovers and try to take chance after chance
My beloved I carry you in my eyes to my sweet dreams
In dream you and me together play with all light beams
You have taken my heart as a play game to me it seems
My soul plaintively cries and my heart in dejection screams
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 golden Glow
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
If someone else wants to touch you I can't tolerate
But when you bloom in my arms I really celebrate
My sweetheart you are my good fortune and not fate
My eyes carry your image which is wonderful ,great
My eyes kiss your beauty and my heart starts dance
Love and beauty are intoxicated in just real romance
My beloved hails from Italy and I hail from France
Let be real lovers and try to take chance after chance
My beloved I carry you in my eyes to my sweet dreams
In dream you and me together play with all light beams
You have taken my heart as a play game to me it seems
My soul plaintively cries and my heart in dejection screams
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 golden Glow
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