Close so Close;
Your tender lips.
Closing in, even more;
Scarlet rose; your lips.
And when I feel them near to mine;
I feel alive, Ah!! these rare times.
so noble, so devine
No less than estacy of wine,
Red, delicate, and fine.
though just in a dream of mine.
Ah!! just a dream.
You my love, merely seem.
Illusion, mirage is that your being?
But last night, when your lips were to kiss;
Not a single moment, i was to miss.
I held my breath, to feel your bliss.
Then, I knew for sure, that you 'exist'.
Copyright © 2003 Moazzam Rauf. All rights reserved. Reproduced with permission.
[Source: submitted by author].
