Who Will Confess That His Love Was A Mist Poem by Akhtar Jawad

thorns nothing this is on our together walking path although endless cause our love is eternal alive to the path of resurrection day under the SHADOW of ARSH MOALLAH THE SUPREME THRONE no thorn, no sun burn I feel in that DOOM LOVE is our ecstatic DOME through this lane without any pain insane to sane on the divine crane..................///

A beautiful poem with an excellent graphic! 'Life is a lane of love where I have a date' - this line of your poem impressed me very much, and I loved it the most. 'I am sure at the end of this street Someone with a bouquet I shall meet. So what if there's none on the other side! Whatever is there my love is ready to abide, And if there is none I shall cease to exist, Who will confess that his love was a mist? ' - Thank you very much Akhtar, for sharing these mystic thoughts.

Flowers do not talk! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Life is a lane of love where I have a date....this beautiful lines provides me a different kind of poetic joy! This is a lovely poem....10

A logical poem and its logic is powerful.

wow its superb picture as well as superb writing /// wish you the BELOW O its the lane its the path petals fragrances colors both side of lane waiting here for me for you for both of us together