She is so beautiful in graces so looks like God's grace When she blossoms touches eternal beauty face to face The moment I see her I travel with her just on her pace There is no one like her she seems to be from fairies race
Your hair are on your face as moon is hidden in the cloud You make me spell bound even if you are in thick crowd Your graces of beauty make you stubborn and proud God is so kind to you hence with His beauty you endowed
Let give me your hand in my hand to run to paradise You are His gift His prize for me to bestow His surprise Be my sweetheart in my arms and make me wise to rise My love, my love is in your servitude your beauty a prize
My gift of God No flower can surpass you in your style Please be my love in this transitory world may for while In the entire world you will not find lover like me so loyal You my sweetheart are daughter of the sky I am son of soil
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow