by Rana Junaid Mustafa Gohar
I love to be fanged by,
Thy lips, thine and my!
O lady! O sly! O shy!
I die to lie thy,
Side by, you and I,
Up in the love sky.
But then! Then a sudden cry,
And a tear slide by, my eye.
You fly far and high,
Fly far but nigh.
Saying no good bye,
Thee, O butterfly, why?
How hard I try,
Never would I enjoy,
Thy face my side by,
But the baby boy,
Whose joys, personify,
The cries of you and I.
