========================================= I want to touch those lips Which ****** my breast once I want to close those tender arms Which embraced me in my youth I want to cuddle that soft heart which burst to laugh in bubbling childhood
I want to see that soft skin Which came from my womb I want to see that full matured man My lovely strong caring son Who left me in my frail old age Leaving the true Undying Change
All that noble ****** he enjoyed on my bed Innocent like dove as he walked in my flesh Words from those desired lips never hurt me As I am hurting you in unknown land in vain Love dies and fruits fail like perpetual breath And everything goes to grave by kissing the death
Written by ~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
''Intense love does not measure, it just gives.'' Mother Teresa