Warmth Of Hand


I still can feel the warmth of your hand on mine
My eyes carry your beautiful figure and image
For my lonely soul beauty was fine like wine
For excellence of love chain let be on one page

Let us taste flavor of love and beauty together
Let be frank and straightforward in our approach
Let’s be the blooming flowers before they wither
Let us enjoy the swings of beautiful love coach

As my heart can’t forget its beat to stop a while
So am I can not even think to live without you
If you consider my offer to marry me with smile
I will take you as bride and will declare I do, I do

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I did Masters in English Language and Literature, LLB, Masters in Educational Administration from University of the Punjab Lahore, I also did Masters in TEFL (Applied Linguistics) and Diploma in Teaching English as an International Language under the auspices of British Council and American Center. I served in PAKISTAN ARMY as an English Instructor .I am a poet and writer. I remained Editor of Pakistan Army Journal, Pakistan Defense Review, Army Green Book and The Rising Crescent..., I published my three books in English Poetry namely Feelings, Chains of Life and Golden Glow..Poetry is my passion not profession
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Very good lyric

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