My Suture Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan
My Suture
When you put your finger on your lips
My heart dangles and is enthralled
Beauty for its promotion needs no tips
Love awaits for whenever is called
Your glowing eyes and your chin
Your curly hair are dancing around
Are more sufficient to just bring in
Marvelous beauty with its all love sound
Your daring look makes you brave
Your challenging style is over and above
With this glamour my heart to pave
Let me my sweet heart extend my love
Let be friends to tease all the rivals
Let us touch the height of glorious future
Let me count moon lit night revivals
Please heal my wounds and be my suture
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow
Deep love poem nicely depicted and aptly presented. Stunning one. TFS. .....10
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4/23/2024 9:10:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very unique way of looking at true love, after having been wounded in love before. Please heal my wounds and be my suture Very profound concept. Love it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn