Waiting for you
To come down from your throne
Your light is on my wishlist
Its silver touch is my magic wand
Suddenly making the darkness disappear
Into the cloak of passion
Waiting for you
With eyes of daydreams
Where fate is a pliant tool
Moulded by the lover
And beauty doesn't come with the curse
Of being a victim of Time.
An incredibly beautiful love poem. And a very intriguing graphic to complement it. Really enjoyed it, Nosheen.
The great substance of this wonderful poem is the phrase..'the victim of time ' This phrase justifies your title. Top score and to my favourite! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a superb piece..... thanks for sharing..