Language Of Love Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

A touch, a whisper, a glance, a move celebrates
Communicates love entirely without a single word
This is how beauty crops up to light, celebrates
Itself even without being uttered sound like bird

Her eyes are sweet but twist in eyebrow is sweater
Her cheeks glow in red and invite to be really tested
Her bosom knot carry a universe along with heater
Every part has a message written on and manifested

Let me kiss and caress you my love with my hand
You will have a touch of class with very many meanings
My love has its style and your beauty has its brand
In itself it carries very many autumns and lot of springs

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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