Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2024
Indeed,I am but a servant,
To the gaze of your eyes and your scent,
Chained to the sweetness of your whispers,
In a realm where love and pain are blent,

I surrender to the winds of your beauty,
My soul, a leaf, forever sent,
My nights, haunted by your shadow,
And my days an endless lament.

For in your absence, I am scattered,
A slave to dreams never spent
Foyzul Yahya
Written by
Foyzul Yahya  19/M/London
(19/M/London)   
33
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems