His eyes, like stars in the midnight sky, Sparkling with a brilliance that never dies, A heart so pure, a soul so bright, He shines with a radiance that lights up my life.
With every word he speaks, my heart beats faster, His voice, a melody that lingers long after, His touch, like a gentle breeze that caresses my skin, I am entranced, lost in his world of love and sin.
He is the sun that warms my soul, The moon that guides me home, The wind that carries me away, And the earth that keeps me grounded each day.
In his arms, I am safe and free, A captive of his love for eternity, His love, like poetry, flows through my veins, Forever etched in my heart, his love remains.
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Fiza Khan
As an IT graduate with a passion for writing, I'm excited to share my knowledge & experiences with a global audience via Vocal Media. As a creator, I'm excited to combine my technical expertise with my passion for writing and storytelling.
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