My sweetheart for me you are real love tonic
I can't survive without, for life you are logic
I do know all our rivals are our staunch critic
It is you who snatched faith to make aesthetic

If you do not want to be with me I will leave
This transitory cruel world you must believe
**** me with your beauty and please relieve
I am your appraiser please never ever deceive

Love is a medicine of just all incurable diseases
It is like a magic which cures with its real auras
Gives pleasure to the body even if full of bruises
With all inherent drawbacks it definitely pleases

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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