I enjoy collecting evidence of God
rush of a feeling that it’s all going to happen soon
I’d be a liar if I didn’t fess up
your eyes helped show how soon
love the old songs, like em, don’t belong to none
not afraid, are you? implore on
for everything, expect expanses wide as nothing
just as it has always been, drift with this smoke ribbon
into the dream called now is all

Let my sweetheart to take me a smooch
To see your graces to play with brooch
Beauty in front of love just seeking mooch
In style and taste she is graced like *****

With beauty what she is and what she is not
Burning like blazon sun in her *****'s knot
Such a wonderful beauty like burning hot
Don't ask about love it is like a beggar's ***

Let burning beauty but spread its real wings
Let beauty dance on soft musical love strings
My sweetheart please don't play with feelings
Your curves and curvatures for me are blessings

Let me teach you love what real love stands for
Through sheer efforts where one has to explore
When nothing is in store then what is to restore
Please be mine in the trial what I have to implore

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

You are a limpet to your bed
I kiss your precious head.

The bright purple sky is warning,
cold outside is calling.

The rays creep through,
And under sheets caress you.

I watch dazed by sleep,
in slumber, your eyes weep.

Your hair is out of place,
Pillow case creases on your face.

The covers entwined, fighting.
As you find the perfect lighting.

My honey I adore you,
I whisper on deaf ears,

As you toss and turn,
I implore you,
And I will for many more years.