Emily Sanderson

We never cease to learn for as long as we exist in this life. These are my thoughts and contemplations in diaspora

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

All the poems from the beauty of your eyes

Oh....
What a heart ...emotionally restrained.
Has been overflowed with love.
Thus injustice he conceals.
Oh what have I done...
Revealed its secret to him...
Complaining about a heart which with his flame.. it is in love
Then I glanced within his eyes ... my longing and grief..
He said my love in your heart ... is simply forbidden..
He was my life.. but when he showed his ignorance living in hell
Has become way more preferable...
All the poems 
from the beauty of your eyes
From the warmth of your hands
I have written and said 
These poems are not fake
Oh my soul 
These poems are all for you
These poems are my love over years
These are tears, melodies and passion
These are my days with it
My heart that is tormented me without love.. who am I?
All the poems from the beauty of your eyes
From the warmth of your hands
These poems are not fake
Oh my lover and my soul
These poems are all for you

For I love you so so much..


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