When your tears flow on my cheek,
Wet and salty, they grow
Fond of your skin so warm, our love
Like the smell of incense
Spreads from house to house in the wind,
Like the song of our passion,
My name you have written in every line,
Our love penned in gold
When you hold my hand for your lips
To kiss, I hold yours to my
Eyes and my heart for you to feel the cries
The blood laced sword you place
At my feet, Oh! Conqueror of the world,
I will place in your hands,
The sword will turn into a rose red so deep and
Then it will turn into a dove
Which flies away as we watch hand in hand
In sequel to poem cruel glance by poet Sadiqullah Khan
(Thank you Sadiq for bringing out this is in me)
Reshma Ramesh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sweet-glance/
