You are flawed, but that
is what made you so *******
great in the first place.

The greatest people don't go
through the greatest things and
that's what makes them great

- Kaya

Love is confusion
Traveling blindly in a pitch dark maze
Perhaps it causes personal craze
Sometimes it can form an elated cloud
Swell up one's chest and to stand proud

A green beast may lurk, waiting and mad
The tiny child within crying and sad
At times it tears emotionally and is hard
Almost like attempting to perfectly tape together a shredded card

Love is an unknown mystery
A convoluted chunk of human history
Even when time erodes, it can remain the same
Could that mean it is lame?
Love is a solution

You can do Anything
Dream Big
Go for the gold
Dance in the Rain
Who told me these things?
Not you

Good grades were all you seemed to expect and a clean room
and a modest closet
a quiet spirit
Did you never envision greatness for your children?

When a person is loved
That doesn't define him
But I wish my love defines you
Or at least tell you this
You don't always have to change for the person you love.

Let my love for you remind you
That you're beautiful
You're strong
And you'll be loved
Because you're you.

Let this great love
Reflect who you really are
Bring out the best in you
Give what you deserve
**Let my love define you.

My sweetheart do not complain and whine
My sweetest  beauty just come on love line
Real love chain remains eternal and divine
I am staunch  lover you are beloved of mine

Just take a chance and give me some space
My eyes have captured your glowing face
What can be narrated about enchanting grace
Embrace me my sweetheart come face to face

There is nothing like you are that great virtue
So chaste and pure like a beautiful drop of dew
You are precious to me there is no one like you
I enjoy your graces just through and through

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

She's looking in the mirror,
Getting ready to hit the club,
Smokey eyes on point,
She's just trying to let go
Of what she keeps inside.

Prettier than her surroundings,
But still lists her flaws upon her soul,
If only she knew,
That the sun battles the moon,
To see her first.

So bright, so great,
Her smile lights up the sky.

Everyday her spirit fights,
A battle she knows well,
Fearing to grasp,
The reaching hand.

A soul so pure,
You can see it clear,
While she's looking in the mirror.

One

Everything I have I've acquired
from someplace else, like a museum
in a country of little or no history
which displays the works of great masters
as if they were native sons.