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
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
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
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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