Are You An Angel?

Are You An Angel? short poem

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Your eyes are dreamy like a bright night.
Or the sun’s reflection on oceans and seas.
Your kisses are sweet heavenly bliss,
like standing in a forest full of trees,
inhaling the summer’s breeze heavenly mist.
Your touch makes my head spin.
My cheeks blush coral crimson.
The feelings feel surrealistic,
like cherubs and pharaohs engaged in sin.
With you I’m always in a dream,
having visions of seraphs,
who speak in parables and riddles.
They speak of the hidden things;
they speak of the clandestine.

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Mahrukh Ali
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Much in love i say! Ive read quite a few romantic poems myself…written too…your verse is extremely sweet! The imagery you create with your words is poetic too! Beautiful!

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