When will you come,
to take me home,
wrapping in your arms,
with your eyes of charm,
When will you arrive,
to take me to your abode,
sculptured chariots of deeds,
to the buzzing space of aloof,
Whom will you command,
to kidnap my strong soul;
leaving my mortal body behind,
to scan and diagnose my merit?
You may send the micro warriors,
or the mighty and strong wrestlers,
to choke my breath to catch the light,
to follow the decree holding servant..
When will you come,
to take me home,
wrapping in your arms,
with your eyes of charm,
Smooth as satin sliding off silk...Well structured work...Mellifluous...Well played metaphoric employment in depicting death and destiny via pictorial imagescaping. Well Done, Veer! /////~FjR~ \\\\\
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so lovely, so beautiful, so smooth. I salute you..