Sweet Evocation Poem by Javeria Aslam

The roses I miss;
Are the roses of bliss.

The faces I love n' adore;
Are the faces drilled to my heart's core.

The eyes in which I remember my reflection;
Are the eyes too calm, filled with affection.

The tongues which move to call my name;
Are the ones that enlighten me with jokes too lame.

The words that I hear for me;
Are the ones uttered by sweet flowers with glee.

The times when I was berated by the mini piece;
I want to get berated by it again, please.

The appearance more saccharine than a cupcake,
Which I would see to roister myself in the study break.

The voices that I hear in my subliminal faculties;
Are the ones strongly innocent to ignore in my capacities.

The goodbyes that I recall;
Were the badbyes without rainfall.

The face tho there is, one too winsome;
In loving which one feels so wholesome! !