Her Gentle Whisper Poem by Khalil Gabol

Thy Songs and symphony are still Sublime... O friend
But Her gentle whisper smells like Khyamm wine!

Who shall stay conscious?
And tell who shall then whine?

To kiss her...
To touch her...
To feel her...
Is all that is prime!

Zealously dropping ourselves in her lap....
And shall read her every, individual eyes line!

And shall be banished from sanity... For.... ever!
Just listening for one time her magical rhyme!