Jahan zaib

Rookie - 32 Points (February 05,1981 / Malakand Pakistan)

Thee mine


I knew not why, could I bear not
The breeze blowing, caressing your skin soft
The clouds that stretch above your head
The beauty of rain and of the rose, red

The butterfly, creature you always love to hold
All things of beauty, new and old
Not that I envy your joys
Nor their beauty me ever annoys

You are mine, your longings and dreams
In my soul, your wish streams

Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
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