A Butterfly Makes Fly Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

A Butterfly Makes Fly
My sweetheart plays with butterfly for romance
Then she brings her palm full of colors to dance
What is a miracle of that wonderful sweet glance
All this colours on her palm take me to trance
The birds in line bring me and my love on a line
I feel intoxicated like a full bottle of real wine
This wonderful experience makes me but refine
Love remains benign and beauty remains divine
My sweetheart come and allow me to emrace
I am really impressed by your charm and grace
Let us be heart to heart my love and face to face
In your company my love I never feel out of place
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyrighy Nov 2020 Love Remains