The time with you were sweet,
I would never call it a deceit,
And it would always make me greet,
You, with a blush as beet,
It went so quick as fleet,
But so intense, I can still feel the heat,
It always would be a feat,
You brushed it all up so neat,
But I can lie in your feet,
For that love I got in one heartbeat.
It would always be in my beat,
The love I have for you,but discreet.
I will thank you for the return offbeat,
However I cried later,it made me replete.
In your arguments against, I accept defeat,
But our chapter,I would never cease to delete.
YOU ARE READING
Khamoshiyaan
PoetryTHE VOICE OF SILENCE. Sometimes silence describes a situation far better than words ever will, Sometimes a strange set of words describe paints it years later; The limits are set and broken by the words , The reticence ,muteness and reserve let out...
