Dear Husband !

Dear Husband ! long poem

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My mornings are sad and evenings are blue
As if I am incomplete without dear you
On you here my heart is due
When good omens remain from many to few
When strangers became friends , we once knew
Heart beats when end at very single clue
I close my eyes and think of you !
All the beauties when die in my eyes
All the happiness when fade in my heart
My soul when urges to say goodbyes
Where last hope forces me for new start
There my soulmate, I do close my eyes
I lock beautiful my sad black eyes
Remembering the bonds and love ties
I hereby think of you
Monster of depression when occupies my brain
I use to travel in fantasy train
Well ! you know power of my imagination
Captures sometimes your worthy appreciation
When the thoughts at the verge of boiling point
My cell phone rings showing you !
As if the autumns transform to springs
My pink lips smile, Its you ! right !
As if your existence becomes real and true
There I simply close my eyes to dream about you
At waxing and waning moon, My other half!
While cooking in kitchen and gossiping with friends
My mind in transition , I think of you
Each morning while opening my eyes
You the first glimpse, I say true
Last night I closed my eyes
In my blurred dreams,

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I am pharmacy student ...recently studying in quaidiazam from pakistan......i believe life as the transition between the soul and the body ...try to penetrate your soul and your life would be Spiritual all over!
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