Sneak under my skin
And tell me how it feels...
It feels lovely pressed against mine.
Swim in my veins
And tell me how I am...
You are burning for me, my love.
Look with my eyes
And tell me what you see...
You are looking at me and I am far more beautiful than I realised.
Hear with my ears
And tell me what you hear...
I hear the vows I have made to you.
Write with my pen
And tell me what am I writing...
This poem.
Now kiss with my lips
And tell me who am I kissing...
Me.
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If you are alive, you ought to have love. And with love comes empathy. And if you have empathy, why, you must grab a pen and put it down into poetry! And if you have poetry, you ought to be making babies.
Hehehe. But I actually have a point to make.
Thank you for dropping in, sunshine.
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way
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