To Be Yours

Pleasure to be yours

Humour me I have my tears to give you

Last is my smile that comes to surface

Yet which has no meaning for them

 

Blowing and blowing are the words of wisdom

Love, care ­�"nothing that needs real strength

Irony of the inevitable haunts my thoughts

Sure is laughing at the mute sound of pain

 

You’re coming to my distance of thoughts

It may nerve your heart to know

Know that is yet unknown, the sweet

Yet dark side of pain

 

Retentions of spell in love may seem enlightened

Guilty of killing time for the sake of character

Nothing appears the price of period we stay absent

Lingering towards the end of time, I regret just those

 

I desire for that last kiss, worth of era

The hunger to bite my lover, the worth of millennium

You taste my love of your beauty

Most beautiful would love you even more

 

Flaunt your hands in the colours of the ocean

Certainly you will lessen their charm by yours

I get your worth in no words

It is the utmost a man can raise is to be yours

Reviews

[AYVID N]

A poem most beautiful in its expression of love, ardour and passion. I really appreciated the last two verses. You have great poetic inclinations!

[Parth Rawal]

Thank you so much! I am trying to write better.