Love Pain
My sweetheart your tear torns me off
But please don't cry on the matters of the heart
Beauty when touches love has to morph
This is what has to happen from part to part
Love is not pleasure but at times it is fire
One has to burn all the desires to be just clean
What an intoxication what a burning wire
It may be hovering flood at times just serene
My love I love you and I mean it to the extent
Where I may be totally enthralled to flow
But at another occasion I may be in a torment
But rest assure love makes one to but glow
Colonel Muhammad Khalid khan
Copyright July 2020 Love Remains