Love is a force which makes a weak person strong
Love is always right it is never ever bad or wrong
My sweetheart to each other we relate and to belong
Love is that eternal music which always live long

My sweetheart my love is a chain a string and bond
Which covers beauty with shades as well as beyond
It is a wing to wing and beak to beak in a love pond
I am fond of you so you are bound to listen ,respond

It is a body to body sensation ,is chained in passion
Love is my style and alluring beauty is your fashion
Love is a sweet song of will not of a dictators dictation
Love takes its toll and what remains is its narration

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

You suffered so I smiled and I offered you my hand
It is just a tool to lift you up and help me understand
Were you come from were you have been
Suffering without anyone to call to help your suffering end
At first your eyes were averted in shame and guilt
I think I can kind of understand how that felt
But I tried to help you to see
You are not alone because we are all part of the same family
I can’t offer you cash or a place to stay
I haven’t been exactly were you are or felt the exact same way
All I have is this hand that I offer you in love and friendship
And I hope you realize that we share this kinship
You are my brother in spirit and blood
You are my children in responsibility and love
So I give the best part of me that have
A hand to lift you up and a joke to make you laugh

Jumped into lava
Still not as warm
As your touch

Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one's might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth

And the distance between,
Kept their bodies apart
But not their hearts
Wondering,
In dreams of a fantasy
That befell upon each,
Every night,
As they both stared,
Throughout the midnight hour