Gift Of God Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

She is so beautiful in graces so looks like God's grace
When she blossoms touches eternal beauty face to face
The moment I see her I travel with her just on her pace
There is no one like her she seems to be from fairies race

Your hair are on your face as moon is hidden in the cloud
You make me spell bound even if you are in thick crowd
Your graces of beauty make you stubborn and proud
God is so kind to you hence with His beauty you endowed

Let give me your hand in my hand to run to paradise
You are His gift His prize for me to bestow His surprise
Be my sweetheart in my arms and make me wise to rise
My love, my love is in your servitude your beauty a prize

My gift of God No flower can surpass you in your style
Please be my love in this transitory world may for while
In the entire world you will not find lover like me so loyal
You my sweetheart are daughter of the sky I am son of soil

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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