Tree Of Love

This is the last moment,
The sense thrills up,
The skins burn through desire,
There awaits embrace of two lovers.

This is the final moments,
Where you and I will be one for one last time,
Where time won't stop as it used to,
Where our love turns into some other form.

I have you for my life,
I have you for my dreams,
I give in to you,
I give myself to you.

The flowers of trust only grow,
In the fields of love,
The thorns of worship and madness,
Only grows in the fields of love,
Here, I give in myself to you,
Burn through me, and change me,
Shine through me, and transform me,
Until I don't recognize myself.

The mingle up of our bodies,
On ruffled bedsheet,
Our naked inhibitions doesn't matter that much as our love and longing for each other does.

The time has come where love grows out of these hearts,
There sprouts, the most beautiful tree of love, happiness and joy,
But also, sprouts, whirlwind of madness and agony,
What should I do, cut the grown tree of love,
Kill it, or let it grow in my heart,
So it gives me pain, and reminds me, of you.
© Ashraf Shaikh

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I'm A.J Shaikh, a moron and a writer. I like writing about Business, Relationships, Men, Romance, Sex & Dating.

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A.J SHAIKH

A.J SHAIKH

I'm A.J Shaikh, a moron and a writer. I like writing about Business, Relationships, Men, Romance, Sex & Dating.

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