Love My Love
Love is a touch of class to remember
It is spell of real hotness in June
It is a reflection of fire in December
It is one on one in moonlit moon
With open eyes its set of dreams
With closed eyes all reality be seen
It is flow of passion in streams
It is so colorful, charming like teen
Come my love in real love season
Embrace me and be just heart to heart
For the real love there is no reason
Heart for love is real abode and resort
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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