There are songs that no one sings
Yet they are still heard as melodies

And smiles no one paints
But it doesn't mean we can't call that art

And then there is my heart.
How it quivers at the sound of your name,
and how it loses itself in the thought of your smile.

I am sorry.
You may have the beauty of a Greek goddess
And men worship your charm
But it is not enough

I am sorry.
You may have the voice of an angel
Especially when I hear you say Nixen
But my ears desire for more

I am sorry.
Yes I agree, your sweetness is intoxicating
And your affirmation gives me strength
But my soul longs for more

For I know you, woman, are just a poor imitation of Him
He, my Creator, is my worth
The One that I choose to pursue
And will make me a man ready to lead you, my woman.

In the wondrous story book of night
                 I eagerly absorb and fall in to contemplation,
You were the one omnipresent,
                  across light years and flickering flames near.

As orbs of light in many intensities and hues,
                 the rays of infinite grace that envelop me,
what feel like the caresses of lotus petals
                 was your love,my eternal beloved.

Soft,frothing moon beams has been
               my true consolation at times of deep pain,
the swishing comet, my constant wonder
               takes me to you in my imagination.

I was an enquirer,eagerly searching
               for the meaning of my existence.
transforming from one to another
               formed by dust gifted by unknown stars.

Enshrined you are in the diamond
                 temple of my still mind,
making you my lover eternal,
                 I honored my yen for the sublime.

The story book of night tells,
                about spirited mornings,noon and dusk
your benign presence was in each step,
                 of the motions of galaxies.

I see your quick moving eye brows
                  in the tumult of the black rain clouds.
your intense eyes flash love in lightening
                when I feel starved of your love

In waves one after the other, your hands
               embrace me,I am reassured once more,
mountain wind from afar bring
                your songs, a  lonely nightingale sing.

I am a living monument, that breathes
           your love from elements to live on,
like millionaire,that's ready to sacrifice
             everything for the ecstasy of your presence.

There isn't any other lover who cares,
             like you who brings such grace to a beloved.
you've the very same eyes of my mother
             that wouldn't miss me wherever I am.

like her whenever I fall your hands
               seek me pulling up my mind
you are a presence constant
                  I haven't missed you ever anywhere.

In days I move within a dream
             having created it,you know where I am,
as I turn the pages of the story book of night,
             whenever I want to feel closer, you are there.

You've been the mirror reflecting my candor,
              you are more than anything I've ever yearned,
the river that carries me, that I am one with,
             a flow we are to the ocean of consciousness.

The eyes of a beloved give answers in yes or no
and the details in between.
It is not just a window to the soul.
It is a candle to dark rooms and a warning at the edge of a ravine.
It is not magic,
But science backed with knowledge and experience.
Sometimes it is a hypnotizer's pocket watch,
But every day it is just the eyes of a beloved asking
if you have not eaten yet.

Wide eyes wandering,

To settle upon such an empty space,
Yet willingly, they must trace,

That vast collage,
The most toilsome jigsaw,

How loving that imagery,
Our hearts pieced together,
To accept you,
As my beloved forever,

Though,
A puzzle untimely broken,
Lost to a box,
Eternally unspoken,

The flicker of afterimages,

The best pieces of you,
Inhabiting such bare space,

This forsaken heart,
An utter disgrace.

If  you  yelled at her in a fight, you don't feel like your throat is burnt as you drunk six shots in one glance
"You don't love her"

If by making her crying you don't feel dying
"You don't love her"

If her smile don't makes your heart quack , lungs shrink  & let you lost in another world all at a moment
"You don't love her"

Even by hurting her if you want to prove your point
"You don't love her"

When she says she is busy If it does not let you wait for her all day long
"You don't love her"

If her naked body is all you want to love
"You don't love her"

If her problems let you sleep
"You don't love her"

If by giving her wings you feel like a prisoner
"You don't love her"

but
If her smile is all you want than
Yes man  
"YOU LOVE HER"
                              - komal <3

You love someone else
And this is the most difficult thing to digest.
By hearing your stories
My heart quack little less.
All the way long you are the fantasy
But now it all shattered like entity.
When ever you need help
I give it by forgetting everything else.
But now excuse me
As my Fidelity has came to an end.

Behold your beloved in your arms in such a way that she never wanted to get apart .
Love her like a way that she cannot betray .
Praise her gently , please her properly, Make her feel extra ordinary .
Sing it for her and charm her by all your efforts, cz all she needs is love from you the rest is dried like a glue ..