There was a time….
When rain smelled different
and dreams were not lies
and morning knocked the door
with a coy, curvy smile
With a lustful longing
I miss those days
When you looked at me
and my heart danced with joy
Your touch was the breeze
brushing my hair and face gently
Your voice was the music
sounding in my soul's choir
I was the crooning lark
I was the flying thought
My eyes reached further than
the starry skies and orange horizons
A time of harvest, of yellow crop
When frozen hearts thawed
and rosy smiles bloomed
I miss those days
Because you were there
with your impalpable presence
like the air that fills
my lungs with life.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
All Rights Reserved
A work of art, a thing of beauty, I wished if I would have written this poem.
A beautiful love poem. Reminds me about my days of youth. Very nice.
Sigh! I miss those days too.. Everyone can relate to these heartfelt emotions. One more beautiful poem from your pen Nosheen.10+++ for tugging the hearts strings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bursting with a beauty that is both creative and compelling. Well worded my friend!