Hand is yours but pulse is mine
Heart is yours with my beat sign
Lips are tasting your sweet wine
We both are just in the same line
Love provides cover to the beauty
Both with each other feel just free
It is a glance and a manner to see
I consider and take it my first duty
In love encounter beauty conquers
It takes both of us to the real alters
Real love trance makes us dancers
Even if fire dies remain fire embers
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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