The Obsessed Lover
I’m your beating heart, how will you stop it from beating
I’m the breath you breathe, will you stop yourself from breathing
I’m the light of your eyes, will you close them and stop seeing
I’m the faith of love, how will you stop yourself from believing
I’m the quencher of thirst, how will you control the yearning
I’m the shimmering candle, can you stop your heart from burning
The False Lover
I am the reckless choice, that proved your end
I’m the melodious voice, that seduced your friend
I’m the quencher of lust, that fulfilled your thirst
I’m the fragile bubble of life, that was fit to burst
I’m a soul mates soul, that learns to love no more
I am the un-dealt card, first stored unleashed I tore
The pulsating veins of beloved they fell in my hands
I’m the lone man with only 1 set of footprints in the sands
The Lover that Never was
Murree I wish I were the blessed attire that drapes your skin
I wish I were the air, into which your sweet voice does sing
Beloved, I wish I were the pigment that caressed you lips
I wish I were a fountain, so I could cup your face when it dips
I wish I were the raindrop, then dearest, I would’ve been adept
To embody your soul, I wish I was the bed onto which you slept