I love poetry:
like femininity, furthermore I adore you
like sunday jams, furthermore a lullaby
like when I go places within your *****
like snuggling, furthermore cuddling
like generosity, furthermore ambition
like optimism, furthermore curiosity
like indulgement, furthermore gluttony

I love poetry like a rift on public
I love poetry for it is delicious, so vivid, furthermore fascinating to embrace your love

I love poetry:
like a fond, furthermore feminine sensual seduction
like yearning, furthermore self - possessed
like the smile on your frontage, furthermore your pretty surveillance as you wink, your kisser so glowing like a diamond

I love poetry as much as I adore you
I love poetry as much as I adore my life,
poetry is my life.

she dries her hair in sun
in red frock windborne high
dreaming there's one
one day would pass her by

enwrapping in heat
sun licks her oily skin
flows down her lithe feet
craves one peep deep within

tickles her wind's mischief
its murmurs's caress
titillates her like a leaf
paints a rose on face

with her i can spin
yearns in my core
she's sweet sixteen
i'm two scores more

the heart feels a gypsy
the mind a vagabond
the eyes get misty
by the lilies in the pond

bloom the petals pinkish
smudged with streaks of white
swaying slow by wind's kiss
glory displayed bright

upon the slender neckline
crowns of innocent smiles
fill all dark with sunshine
wipe out weary miles

o traveler feel the invite
merrily pause to respond
be a while in sunlight
among the lilies of the pond

my instincts are telling me to pull away
but I just want to stay

I could write you a million love poems
But I still don't think they would be able to capture the feelings in my chest
Because when I look at you
words suddenly fail me
And my heart is at a loss
Because I don't know how I ever lived without you
And now I don't ever want to
Because you're the answer to my questions
The beginning of the end
You
Are
Mine
And I'll want that forever

I just want him to reach within my soul
and try to grasp all the pieces that make me whole.

~~
Pictures of the past
Everyone's looking for
himself in
Folds of forehead,
Indeed, the ideas of having
lots of line

Beauty of Creation,
dreams funded
Impeccable sweetness,
Call you
Remaining accrued charcoal
Weight beneath,
Awakening of the Himalayas

It is a rule
Winter, Spring return,
Train routine
The artist has gone to draw
Springtime

Persons who see the future
After math,
Make the nuclear bomb,
O' They **** the child,
peace poem burns

In the destruction
of the desert
All are filled with trash
Hunger,
Cluster bombs
Allocation for children

Mother's womb,
Earth within the Earth,
even not a secure socket
Thoughtless however,
At all a game,
You can not say!
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Just now I asked God,
Why He chose me to go through this heartbreak,
I said I cannot bear the pain anymore.
My question being left unanswered.

Now something comes out from my mind;
"While He gave you happiness,
Did you ask Him, why would He choose you?"

I remain speechless.