My Distant Love Poem by Naveed Akram

Even though my distance is kept
You are not the velocity of a saint.
Even the badger is burrowing for love
While your mind will take tomorrow.
The love is not a distant image,
Its spark is ignited by the lunatic of light.
One folly is a definite task to take,
Although the consequence is hate.
To love is to like the flowers of the bed,
It's always the stronger petals laying
Behind in the park of controversy.
The distant love is the sacred love,
Lovers tease their dreams into fruition.
For lovers are the ultimate pictures
Painted by the august worker called Me.