It’s there in the corners of your smile, softening the zigzag lines,
The gruff voice that speaks of love is gentler than a petal’s touch.
In circles we move, teasing and taunting, drinking and spilling,
Players in the game of love,
A game you will happily lose to me,
A game I can seal with a kiss to your mouth.
With our tiny feet walking on the edge,
Each day is filled with a sunrise of hope, spent on the balcony of our love,
Teasing and taunting, drinking and spilling…
The gruff voice that speaks of love is gentler than a petal’s touch.
In circles we move, teasing and taunting, drinking and spilling,
Players in the game of love,
A game you will happily lose to me,
A game I can seal with a kiss to your mouth.
With our tiny feet walking on the edge,
Each day is filled with a sunrise of hope, spent on the balcony of our love,
Teasing and taunting, drinking and spilling…
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
1 comment:
Romantic... "In circles we move, teasing and taunting..
A game I can steal with a kiss" Wow Ismita, Back here after a long gap and I'm glad I stopped by.. Loved it so much..
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