Hour Of Love Poem by shakil ahmed

Hour of Love

In the silent hour of midnight
I often lose you from my sight
When I long to get you near
To get a kind of celestial delight

In the morning of dew drops
You sleep like a cold corpse
I long to walk hand in hand
In the lovely green park.

The hour of florid purple noon
This is Nature's special boon
I long for your sweet smile
To console my unfed heart.

In the steady hour of evening
I long for your sweet touch
For evening is long and cold
You adorn yourself with diamond and gold

In the hour of twilight
Everything becomes just and right
You hold me squeezing tight
And we eagerly wait for dark night.