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Dawnstar Aug 2017
Meet me by the fluttering pond,
Where fishermen silently linger,
And birds swim in its pale fragrance,
And all nature commands you,
To eschew violence.
Deovrat Sharma Mar 2019

it is alike high tides
in the ocean
caravan of emotion
like whirling rotation
no one listen
to self conversation

all at once
tears rushing
out reconditeness
with stale conviction
complete silence
in the ambiance

heart encompass
in perpetual fragrance
of someone
who left behind
grief pain
lasting remembrance
**
@deovarat 28.02.2019
ChrisYellow Nov 2019
Her blue jeans flow into leader sneakers,
a **** fair face with wild hair ponytailed.
Her thin figure blends effortlessly thus
into the testosterone full fragrance.

Fortunate coincidence of features
with those promoted in trend magazines
freed her to intellectual ventures
and to snub the complying mannequins.

The random chromosomes combination
granted further stubborn intelligence
to pursue the defying vocation
most contrary to female convention.

Many stars aligned to tunnel her through
a ceiling she's better poised to fracture.
Selena WH Apr 2018
I sit alone in silence,
In the corner of my empty room
Looking up at the moon
Through the clear window.
I don't see the moon,
I see you instead.

Your memory's crawling its way
Back into my mind.

I can't help but wonder
If you're glancing at the moon too,
And thinking about me
Just the way I'm thinking about you.

This silence is painful
And I feel like it's killing me alive.

All I hear is my heart
Dumming in my chest, wishing
And yearning to see you
For one last time.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that your heart aches
To be with me again.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that your fingers miss
Being entwined with mine.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that you miss my head
Against your naked chest.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that you miss my
Lipstick stains on your cheeks.

Longing for you,
My love, to tell me that you
Walk alone in the streets we used to
Roam together,
Trying to relive our memories.

Tell me, my love
That you wait at the french cafe,
With two coffee cups,
Your eyes fixated on the door
Waiting and hoping that
I'd walk in.

Tell me that you
Miss my tainted lips on yours.

Tell me that you
Miss my random musings, tell me
That every love bird in your garden
Still sing my name.

Tell me that the
Fragrance of my love still
Lingers in your mind.

Tell me, my love,
That I'm your favorite sweet pain,
You're favorite mistake.
ADRIJA Aug 2019
Wanna ****** the curse of phoenix
Knocking the door of dead desert
Your muslin shirt slipped out of my hand
Seizing the fragrance out of my soul
My pocket clock skipping the beat
Luckily not my heart
The more the breeze hits my face
The more I get rough.
Pramila Chhetri Jun 2019
Nothing can be beautiful as you
Nothing can be fair as you
Nothing can be soft as you
Ah! What can be said to you?

You give peace to a troubled mind
You add beauty to a dull place
You bring love to a lonely heart
Ah! What can be said to you?

Your nature of adding beauty to the earth
Your nature of spreading fragrance to the earth
Your nature of soothing our mother earth
Ah....what can be said to you?

Your nature is more lovable than the 'nature' itself
What can be said to you.....
Nothing...but simply
'YOU' are "beautiful LILY".
A poem simply on behalf of a beautiful flower
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Perceived In Passing"


The great great mystery of you scours
       my brain for answers to your self
A million shiny buttons in the mind
       ten understood and admitted
       to the first level the rest nothing
       but the soul rationalized to war
       prejudice greed stealin
       money ******* the neighbours
       better half with guilt to make
       you feel good about it
Screaming the personality right into
       your kids brain neurons impregnated
       with your pain past from one
       generation to the next so secretly
       you don't even know it
Wake up in the morning already formed
       and hungry for yesterdays flashes
       deep remembered only urges lift
       the hand to shove the happy food
       in happy wantin to be face
       smacking mental taste buds yum
       yum as it turns the body into
       toxic waste dump what do you think
       those little nodules are
Getting what's desired stimulates pathways
       leading to Pavlov's realm over and
       over we fear what is
       conditioned to fear ****** relatively
The truth hurts when there's pain
       without cure we're right in
       the middle of it and see such
       possible beauty with freedom
       joy love kindness health yet here
       we are playing in the **** pile
       throwing knifes at each other
       some wanting to stop some not
Time heals all but so what death
       is coming on one way or the other
       coming on swifter than the change
       in humanity perhaps
       we are the
       missing link searched for
       look in the mirror
What now to be in?       halfway twixt
       mindless and mind full of what
       dreams are made of with no way out
       but live it as it is and try
       to not be animal a little bit
       anyway try a little bit not to
       be animal help the cause to be
       a little bit and be other than
       animal for a moment
Definitely a group effort we are
       and then we're gone but the
       fragrance of our thoughts lingers on
       perceived in passing by sentientness
Viji Vishwanath Nov 2019
In your deep blue eyes, there is a blue sky...
With only one black cloud so as your retinas...

And by dawn, the blooming night flowers spread it’s fragrance all around...
Like the lonely moon in the night sky speaks its divineness to the hearts of thousand...

There is a blue ocean in your eyes, which seems so deep...
It is a rare divine beauty which seems so sweet..

And that wavy eyelashes, hugging the blue oceanic eyes...
It is though hard to express that beauty in words...

As the beauty of that eyelashes seems like a peacock feather...
May this blue eyes shine forever...
Like a precious blue diamond is so rare...
Blue eyes seems so divine
Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2024
Farewell, my beloved paradox,
that will forever linger in my thoughts and heart.
The memory of your captivating fragrance,
distinct and unmistakable, will forever stay with me,
patiently anticipating your fateful reunion- that I long
for with every fibre of my being. Come not so hurriedly,
yet in time- so as to have the gentle cadence of your footsteps
linger delicately in the passing hours.

Although the whispers of your presence evade my ears,
your essence reunites with mine once more. Across alternate
lifetimes, where fate doesn't guarantee romantic interlacing,
my affection for you transcends as a steadfast companion,
devoted beyond the confines of romantic love.
Preethi Richards Nov 2020
They are beautiful and untamed ,
They grow up against the harsh winds,
They spread like a river freely with
No boundaries,
They blossom whose fragrance takes to a new world ,
They are fragile like a beautiful heart and sensitive like a baby ,
They make the heart ponder and love stronger ,
They laugh lovably and makes hearts fly like a feather
And they are Flowers the true wild flowers ❤️
~preethi
Sam Temple Oct 2016
~



soothing fragrance        wafts



                          blooming        lavender




- Lovely spring day !
Bleu Mar 2019
I grew a little white daisy
In between my palms
Simple and solitary
But they gave it a glance
And decided it was too bland

I grew a little white daisy
In between my palms
Delicate and humble
But they looked dismissive
And very much offended

I grew a little white daisy
In between my palms
Unembellished and exquisite
But they thought it needed
Mending and perfecting

I grew a little white daisy
In between my palms
They asked me where
The bright splendid colours were
And why it did not have
Any sweet fragrance at all

I grew a little white daisy
In between my palms
They wanted to see
Only the famous crimson red rose
But I thought my daisy
Was beautiful the way it was
fahminabesh May 2018
Little less brighter is the light
Little less wet is the rain
Little less waving is the wind
Little less are the wants in heart
The time has stopped for you
like it has stopped for you
Why my breathes as well are little like wet
The closeness has happened with the distance
What kinda thing is this, every morning is night now
The flowers are not fragrant anymore, they're silent
Like they're angry/disagree with you
The fragrance has gone away , just like you did
#heartbreak     #deadsoul      #darkenedout
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2018
The jaws sing
As the drip, drip, drip,
Of the petroleum chorus
Dances across
The inverted aluminum
And the hissing starts
And the hissing stays
Its smell a warning
A final omen
Like the last rose
Of summer
Or the fragrance she wore
For that final goodbye
The teeth tear inward
Like the regret for today
And the regret for yesterday
And the lament for tomorrow
Its promise broken
And your khakis red
And baptized
A stigmata
To self infliction
As the music plays constant
And the rushing you feel
An emptying of sorrow
Onto the crushed ceiling
Of a dream in reverse
Of all life in reverse
Until two arms grab you
And you fall from the sky
And you fall from the sky
Waiting
For the ground
To coronate the outcome
And for one more answer
To a ‘why’ unquestioned
And to love you one more time
But the lights are now dim
And the voices muffled
As an ***** can be heard
And store bought flowers smelled
And an old woman cries…
As a young woman cries…
And a stranger pronounces
What you feared the most
They didn’t know you
And couldn’t know you
The exit sign flashing
But there is no door
“There Is No Door”
  —and then the music stops

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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You and I among the pine
Our love as one we entwine
I am yours you are mine
We love alone spending time

Fragrance of love ever fine
Upon bed of needles so divine
Love it lives again time sublime
Drinking nature pure as wine

Not a soul about making love
Sky peeping through from above
Our heart fly high loves own dove
Two as one welded hand in glove

Within each others soul to explore
Loving as if we love forever more
Two becoming one only to adore
Loving like waves sea washing shore

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Pallavi Feb 2019
Living without you is like........
Raining in Winters,
Garden without sprinklers,
Egg without yolk,
My shoe pair got broke.
It's like flower without fragrance,
Sun without radiance.
My beliefs got wrecked,
Love you to the moon back.
HTR Stevens Apr 2020
Angel of my dreams,
We will meet again,
Where flows the clear stream,
And where falls the rain.
I looked down from my window,
In amazement I held my breath;
There I saw walking below,
Was you in your attire best.

I saw you last night,
Walking as in a dream,
In the bright moonlight,
Beautiful to the brim.
Your dress I could recognise
Even amongst a thousand.
My life would I sacrifice,
For your love in return.

What a blessing - to see you,
Your graceful figure,
Glistening like morning dew,
Blends in with nature.
I can recognise you,
Amongst a thousand,
No one is like you,
None has your fragrance!
Bijoylakshmi Das Dec 2019
WE ARE NEVER APART
The Symphony from far is azar in the lonely air
Speaks of the splendorous surrealist Love,
We are clad in an ineffable Ecstasy
Robed in the aureate attire of the Godhead above.

Our souls are tied in strings of rapture
The glance seized by the skyless Infinite,
Mind no more slave to the mortal physique,
Spirit's realm seeks the Unknown's forgotten height.

We are two little Blossoms to spread the nectar of joy
The uninhaled fragrance of eternal Love,
Two tiny stars shining against the immeasurable sky
Still, on earthly abode we do aimlessly rove.

Two journeys different from two  woodlands different,
Two lines parallel do never meet,
Two contradictions of the One Single thought
Meet only at infinity in His unending Bliss.

Two shores of the shoreless Ocean
Betwixt the soft murmurs of a boundless Nought,
We are vast, profound in the mileless Unknown
Human measures view us as microscopic dots.

With two aims different,
Two lives living poles apart,
The Heaven's immensity  keeps her door open,
Our feet are tied to the soil of the Earth.

Delight most enriched tread in motionless moments,
The pregnant clouds rain the momentous mirth,
The breath stops but death alights not,
We are deathless in an Immortal Birth.

Two sweet notes of the One melodious Flute
Played here and there behind the din and bustle of man,
The two awarenesses of the single Omniscient's Beatitude,
Make us forever bound in the knot of the One.

The futile flutter of our frailsome wings
Of two little Swans in their infancy's Flight,
The Call of the Beyond ever awakes us -
Endows us with the invisible foresight.

Two epilogues of an unfinished chapter
Carved on the large unending stretch of Time,
The masked manifestations of an untrod precinct:
Two blissful notes of the unending rhyme.

Two unheard rhythms of an unsung Poem -
Writ with unseen hues of the amazing Blue,
The rhymeless rhymes with the forgotten prologue
Unveil its classic memorable hue.

Endless is the Journey, the Goal certain
In an unshakable certitude we do meet,
Night is scary, dark and eerie,
The Dawn enlightening awaits us
At Ego's unconditional forfeit.

As in the world ephemeral we live,
We do part, but never apart,
We are together in love forever -
To make our Sojourn eternally alive.
In an Immutable Endless Vast.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar. 13 July 2019)


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Jude kyrie Aug 2015
Telephones in the night

Awakened from the depths of oblivion
.The professional voice emotionless.
She died a few minutes ago
it was peaceful and sudden.
.Alone in the dark I weep.
Feeling insecure
like a small boy again.
A stupid thought comes to me.
Who will take care of me now?
Then I remember her soft lips.
Kissing me on my fevered brow
as a little boy.
The sweet fragrance
that was only hers.
Her face so beautiful to me.
I lay a dark suit on my bed
Accessorized a black tie and white shirt
Black for my mood white for her purity.
How come I did not call her last night?
Just to say thank you.
No much more than thank you
So much more.
I call her number to hear her voice again.
She says please leave a message.
I whisper
I love you mom.
When the hyacinths blossom,
They're a lovely sight to see,
They release a sweet fragrance,
While they show off their beauty.

When rose buds are unfurling,
Their petals then open wide,
They're flowers so prestigious,
In which all florists take pride.

Dandelions when in bloom,
Are found growing profusely.
Kids pick them for their mothers,
And also for their beauty.

Orchids bloom in the tropics,
And indoors where there is heat,
Some are known for their beauty,
Some are known for being sweet.

Lilacs come in lavender,
And  various colors too;
When it comes to their sweetness,
The ones I prefer are blue.
The aura of your aroma inspires the air even after you are gone
A drop of you is all I need to hold on
Strong scent of intimacy
Close to soft skin
Your aromatic fragrance
prevails
me
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2022
you rarely want to think, let alone write,
after cooking a perfect mushroom risotto...
and i mean: a perfect mushroom risotto...
i don't mean just using atypical shrooms
grown and harvested in dark chambers...
tasteless...
    i mean the proper stuff... i used to go
mushroom picking with my grandfather:
prawdziwki, kurki...
     maslaki... oh... and... lopienki..
pickling mushrooms was a great joy...
sort of on par with fishing...
                  i can't stop thinking about my
first bicycle... an Italian Salto...
no brakes on the handlebars... breaks in
the pedals... if you tried peddling backwards?
you'd break... almost magic...
and by accident i discovered a new band from
Sweden... of course i'm a big fan of Ghost...
now i'm converting to Priest...
    Synth-pop, 80s Synth... Horrorsynth...
Darkwave...
   i could never stomach the fact that i loved Spawn
more than Batman... but i had to...
oh hell... once upon a time anything out
of Sweden that was pop was tameable...
Roxette-esque...
  

  i don't understand the fragrance of popular culture,
i think of it as so.. demeaning...
too invested in...
that's why i scout for music i'd rather listen to
before going to the brothel...
i wouldn't trust a mn
with hands the same volume as his legs...
or perhaps larger... girth-wise...
that's me thinking:
this man... must be drinking... some...
special... "*****" juice
i don't trust men with the girth of
their biceps to be larger or equal to their calf
girth...
i also don't trust headless chickens!

how many times i had to eat my own pride
for the fellowship of man...
how many times i knew i was better:
how i was orchestrated into a hierarchy
by idiot: how many times i tried to break the rules...
giving out free food to those beneath ne...
how many times i overcome the dictates of
hierarchy... in order to become
this benevolent (of a) man... but clearly i'm hiding
my horns... like i will never ask for a tattoo...
sooner another scar before any ink
blotches my copper-neck skim... of skin... come
summer..
             i want a 2nd schism in Islam...
i don't why... i don't even know how...
how? don't you just ask a lot of Arabic men to form
a rebellion against...
the zeitgeist of polygamy: of a hornet nests' western
women larva... harem?
                  don't you simply become,
dangerous in thinking?
              i want a second schism in Islam...
i need it...
            Christianity is too
polytheist: -ally in in its mindset of splitting apart...
next new Christian is an ally of
a future schism... bishopric of ****-a-fat-load-of-fold....
while pretending to not play cards...

Christianity is a religion of fractions...
a third the multiplier
within the confines of more fractions...
not even the orthodox church of Russia
can save this parasite...
of cognitive inabilities!
    not even Nietzsche could have predicted...
the force... with which this establishment
is going down: down a crushing down!

oh the church is burning... it's burning alright...
the fire was burning well before the church...
the wolf was chased... hunted down...
but... the fox wasn't...
now the forest is burning... and so it the church:
mind you: you already changed the church
into a fetish for progressiveness..
you changed the church into a chandelier
SHOP! you ****** on the crucifix...
i'll ******* **** into the iron maiden!
no no! he didn't deserve the ultimate demand
of suffering!
there was more! more to be asked of!

suffer for all?! truly? no, no he, didn't...
                   come now: Lord of Mosquitos...
best baron of Hell! you alone know the spell!
blood for blood... wine and water for blood:
you! Lord of Mosquitos!
Jesus!
                                    HA
what's your actual name?
hardly Mammon, hardly Maloch...
Behemoth, Belial... how... do, we, name, you, you?!
you grand... fickle little, creature?!
you illiterate ****-sucker

                           you're a ******* Crustacean of Hell
to be made so easily available...
for prostitutes to adore and make
****** profanities of themselves via
nunnery!
you, *******... dog-****-faced-demi-god
of a "perhaps" man... you crucified glamour-model...
irritable gnat: a most effeminate man...
this is my prize?
to challenge your tortures?!
what? that's it?! i live in order to prize
your tortures as the asset of the essence of life?!
seriously?! i'll ******* ****...
i'll *******... i'll ******* circumcise over your
instrument of torture... and then...
only then... i'll call all things... encompassing:
******* holy... you rotten corpse of an idea!
no... oh no no... you have no taste
for wrath... you don't have an idea
of the saltiness of blindness coupled with rage...

you just want... people to worship
the instrument upon which you died!
i hope... you could have tied yourself to a more ingenious
instrument of torture!
you! shackled! to an iron maiden! wouldn't it have
been more poetic than you attuned yourself to?
a ****** birth: death via the iron maiden?!
you're glorified! for causing the suicide of Judas!
i'm an *******... i know i am...
but i'm still waiting for someone to **** themselves for me...
oh... believe me... i'm... waiting...

i need the night to grow a bit darker... i need for a loss of breath.... i just need the best tractions to become imposed...

so much for believing in Jesus...
i dropped faith in him ever since i was spat into my mouth....
and he asked me to turn the other cheek and get slapped a second time...
**** him: i'm about to nail him into a grave of hanging,m
that's how nature works...
to hell with man overcoming nature...
Copernicus didn't overcome nature...
he just realised nature was thus...
i'm nailing Jesus to his ******* cross...
then? i'm going to ******* spin him and pretend he's
a good luck compass attachment!
since... i might not make it as as far as Mecca...
no wait... i'll probably ******* further: beyond Mecca...

yeah... but nail him... nonetheless...
North is heavy-based... as a torrent for direction...
i might need a corpse on the spiral to direct me...
otherwise, who the **** cares?! i don't...
he cared too much: so did those people that i can harvest,
worth... 2000 years or so... the greatest time for
individuals to be spawned...
the ******* time for... anything else.
i'd love to live in a time that requires me
to establish a legacy... hmm.. me: children: my own?!
sons! daughters?!
oh **** me... go eat **** and listen to the ******* adverts
you ******* wombat!

fair enough... hello world: *******!
as you told me, rightfully so: ******* too!
well: ******* for ******* alike...
at least the meteor didn't **** man as it might
have killed the dinosaurs...
i don't even know what killed man off...
by best guess is... ACTING...
his "original" sin... ACTING... he pretended
that he didn't exist... it must have been a toothache...
or... a hernia... perhaps... diarrhoea... then again?
no... seriously.. it couldn't be a Siamese Twin!
i think acting... or bad comedy...
what killed the dinosaurs?! the failure of the moon?!
so what killed man... inverted-Darwinism?
idiots replaces the sort that... otherwise...
oh... right... the Nazis would have favoured?!
**** me we're ******...
ravendave Feb 2017
I thought I heard her footstep on the stair,
the ghost of sorrow. Lingering on the staircase
of my dreams, she curled up like a ball

at the feet of longing. I had forgotten all
about her, after she kept another's company.
But there she was, bitter and alone

once again. What was sorrow now to me?
Only remembrance of how it once was-
the furtive glance, the stolen kiss,

the hidden measure of time passed
hand to hand. Time is what I have
for her no longer, though the memory of her

presses like a twisted nerve on an irregular heart.
Let her leave her fragrance on another's bed
where ghostly sorrow longs to rest her weeping head.
Jeannie Palma Oct 2019
Love is pure like a
white wedding
gown.
Love is honest and
real like your heartbeat.
Love has its own
way of arriving like
the seasons.
Love makes you smile
for no reason.
Love is like your
favorite flower,
which covers the
world with its
fragrance.
Love is a remedy;
It's joy for those
wounded souls.
Love is like a volcano;
it's not apologetic,
and it flows
without resistance.
Love is like fire that
burns in the core
of the earth.
Love is a paradise
where two hearts
overflow with delight.
Love is a beautiful
sunrise.
Love comes and goes
like your favorite song,
wonderful when it begins,
and sad when it
ends.
Love is the light that
shines on the dark
places.
Love is real and not
predictable.
It never tells when
it arrives, and you can
never know when it
will go away.
Love is a mystery.
It's unseen but real,
as the wind is not seen
but felt.
By. Jeannie Palma
Stained Glass Mar 2019
//
a dead rose still has it's fragrance
amidst a world made of cement
Zachary Hall Jan 2019
I know all things
the winds name and the song it whispers to the morning grass
the fragrance of death and the breath of life that assumes its place

I know all things
the longing to be free a caged bird feels after years of solitude
the feeling of hopelessness, the desperate cry, the longing heart

I know all things
the touch of a hand, the smell of skin; earthy, new
the emotion of love and the deep ache of emptiness

I know all things
the hope of tomorrow and the memory of time passed
the setting sun and the words it whispers to the rising stars

I know all things
the migrating geese on their journey home
the falling snow as it seeks to please the world with silver fractals

I know all things
the thrill of life and the pain of death
the darkness that comes right before the light

I knew all things
She spreads her tentacle
As dew of snow pour
Releasing fragrance of splendor
Her enthralling colors perfect her odor

She is my morning rose
Making me to dive nose
Into ***** of garden bed
Enfolding myself in the still of her body sheet

Warmness shroud me like hail
As all ill-notion served me in your jail
Prithee i don't grant me bail
Only your heart nail my wood nail

Lasting love elope without delay
In purity of your heart let me rise high
For you're my **** of serotonin relay
My worshipful goddess relief clog me with sigh

Let me have one excruciating moment
Defying gods rule
Where we create akin gods
For the ****** birth is worth exemplary as you're already betrothed to nature

Let me be the sun that breaks the jinx
Let me be the moon that minced you
Into perfume that scent on my body odor
Where your kind despise me as you're my rose
Let the fire display and burn in my skin
So the flames cloud me as mist as I wake with you
Lying forever in soil of your between

by
Martin Ijir
The  beautiful night in its starry veil,drenched in petrichor
Strolling amidst unique fragrance galore
The wetness of grass, its tantalisingly intoxicating perfume
The sound of trees and the rustle of dry leaves in the woods
The quite salubrious surroundings
Outpouring of nature -Full of soft tender, alluring blooms
Hills and valleys splashed with shades of green
Unfolding life’s myriad hues,unseen
Crimson sky casts a spell as night soaks in the scented air
Tiny buds of Jasmine amidst vibrant green leaves....marble white
As a beautiful damsel ‘s dreamy almond shaped eyes
The soft tender petals of jasmine open up to the ardent night
One ,two,three...goes magic wand ...the tree full of white blooms
The night sky has tucked stars on the green fabric of earth,it looks!
Jasmine...so tiny ,yet, mesmerisingly beautiful and tender
Cool breeze teasingly ever so gently blew past her
And to the night’s delight ,blooms laid the white carpet on earth
None knows ,if blooms shed tears as they met their creator,
World woke to deafening clamour,to gaze through due drops
Reminiscent of nights glamour!
Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra.....24/4/2020
Fire in Me
Fire in me takes me to burn
My heart my soul in real trance
Path of love takes no return
I have to take this love chance
My passion has all love colors
My sentiments are breeze in spring
My soul is ready to dance on altars
Your sweet fragrance is in string
Don't debar to vehemently praise
Your wonderful beauty on its extreme
Which with a touch may just blaze
Me in front of real love beam
You stir in me like a burning fire
I may turn in to ashes my dear love
But till last breath I will aspire
For your beauty my innocent dove
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Queen of Beauty
My sweetheart you are queen of beauty and attraction
You remained symbol of  beauty as an Aphrodite
In all aspects of beauty you are but the real perfection
Your excellence has but touched the universality
Your beauty my love stands for pleasure and passion
In your cheeks I find marvellous treasure to but glow
In your golden tresses I seek all solace and salvation
In your stream of beauty I want to but dip and to flow
The enitre universe remains in your cup of sweet beauty
Your intoxication and fragrance remain the hallmark
You have warmth of sun and coldness of moon with clarity
Let me be the part of your burning desires with spark
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright May 2021 Love Remains

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