**that Is My Love Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
**that Is My Love
I paused for a while to slow down
The strum of life in blues my first
The strings shrieked as the music
Played with my bleeding thumb
The tips of my fingers for the angle
The wings in your feet I could not see
What I saw was no one on the floor
The moans of the last breath mixed
Higher the pitch the treble in air
Under the moon I sang the beauty
My eyes saw you landing for another
Aye bring me hemlock my reality
My cup thou bringeth from heaven
Angel you were named by prophet
I am in the making of a new name
I cry out louder in my dreams
Nightmare to many that is my love
29/4/2009
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5/7/2024 4:46:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What is thy love yes whats thy love? why didst thou pause could thou not see the look in my eyes could thou not smell that whiff of jasmine could thou not hear that song of love those gentle streams poured forth from that lyre Thy tips of fingers did bleed and blend with mine but only to taste that heaven called love. Slow thy hemlock Nay, see the reality My name came from heavens A gift from the gods Cry out louder and louder A shrill to many A whisper to my ears Cry out to me maybe a nightmare to many ill hear thee in the wilderness See, that’s my love yeeeeeeeeeee Sadiq lovely as always you make me write all this +++++10 anjali