Preet
and the breeze is blowing light;
Comes flowing in my mind
The thought of love I can't find;
Deep in my soul, is a grinding moan,
Of a failure to seek, embrace and call someone my own.
And just then, riding on a milky horse
came an heir of several lands and chores;
His eyes like two diamonds sparkling shine
His torso of a warrior in valour divine;
Down he descends from his rider
With an attitude of a victorious fighter.
His smile that sinks deep into my heart
And my soul tears out into several parts;
His breath was like a survival desire
His touch had the warmth of a latent fire;
His words were like fragrant petals dropping few
An experience my friends I never knew.
How I feel the world in his arms
And all my hearts moaning, Has sunk into smiling calms.
This My Beloved, I need to tell you
That you are my Dream Come True.
P.s. (Dedicated to my husband)
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