The Flame of Love

The Flame of Love

When my heart is sad

And the times are bad

I remember your bliss

How you used to kiss

My eyes, my face

With such a grace

How your fingers traced

And my heart raced

Whispering in my ear

“Sweetheart, don’t fear”

How our eyes talked

When our gaze locked

How your touch felt

How I used to melt

When my soul is sad

And the times are bad

I imagine you close

I sniff your clothes

Like you’re still alive

And with a new drive

My heart is alight

A flame burns bright

Our love survives!

Our love survives!

By Osama Shakoor

White, Black, and Red Person Carrying Heart Illustration in Brown Envelope

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