Spiritual Love

''Joy and happiness flourish from your lips
A divine dream-tickler on my hand.
Dreamlite night
Slowly I Drawing a 'love's pendulam' on the open color-canvas
and The Hydrosis emitted from our body and dropping....''

That was my dreams

Every olden night, I saw you in my bed with sleeping dress
but Now I see hell.
'Our Spiritual love' is like the fire of hell'

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Sad, sizzling, romantic....your poem is all bout that...and you did express well...at least for me! :)
Just an edit I'll prefer, it's "were my dreams" in the 6th line and not "was"...

Thanks for sharing this! :)