Don't come in my dreams ,I don't want to pollute
Innocence with my touch, fragrance with my kiss
From your root to your shoot ,my forbidden fruit
My sweetheart my miss you are but eternal bliss
So pure and so chaste even touch may be a crime
I love you ,I love you this I repeatedly but repeat
You are excellent and sweet, this is your sublime
You are so clean an neat as pure white blank sheet
Beauty is, what resides high somewhere on sky
It is like North Star Which dictates to destination
Forget about the bodies let our souls be free to fly
Love is not a commodity my love it is veneration
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
Don't come in my dreams ,I don't want to pollute
Innocence with my touch, fragrance with my kiss
From your root to your shoot ,my forbidden fruit
My sweetheart my miss you are but eternal bliss
So pure and so chaste even touch may be a crime
I love you ,I love you this I repeatedly but repeat
You are excellent and sweet, this is your sublime
You are so clean an neat as pure white blank sheet
Beauty is, what resides high somewhere on sky
It is like North Star Which dictates to destination
Forget about the bodies let our souls be free to fly
Love is not a commodity my love it is veneration
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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