I ran out of ways to tell I love perfumes you wear,
Not a day without smelling your hair.
I'd lick your lips laced by coffee or buttermilk
While your obesity feels like a bundle of silk.
More of you the more I have to love with.
Dearest why do I love you so much,
I often asked you without a blush.

Why have we driven down this road?
Is it to the end or to another door?
You know I will do anything for you,
If it's someone else do say it is who,
I'll never pressure you to say 'I do'.
Before devil has a chance to draw a line,
I am happy each day you are yet mine.

Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani

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