OH, MY LOVE, MY QUEEN

My dear Haminia,

My sweet Love,I have written my poem on 

word just for you. 

I hope you will love it when you will read in 

the hush of nights and I believe when read 

in perfect mental tranquility while my love 

will make its way through your mind, body 

and soul, it will take you the realms I have 

just described in the poem. 

I want you to be mine forever and ever for all 

Eternity in whatever form and body we shall

live here or hereafter. 

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“I’m the love oh my love”

Have dreams from me,

The dreams of your heart felt desires,

The dreams that you ever dreamt,

Touch my lips and taste,

The ripened fruits of raptus Juvenility;

Be lost in my enthralling beauty,

And pick the one colour of your desire,

My orchard is full of fragrance,

The fragrance that angles bathe with,

My colours are the bow of God,

And my universe is the rain of Heaven.

For your ways are my arms

And yours resting in my lap.

I’m the gulf of your sunny days

And oasis of your dry sands;

For you I have shaped the Eternity:

The dribbles of paradisiacal wines, I will pour

Into the empty throat of your burning desire,

And will make the rivers of your thirst flow,

Through the gateway of infinite realms

To let your waters irrigate

The provenances of the souls slumber.

Upon the road of inhalation your lamps

Will lit the Sun and the stars.

Oh my beloved!

Your flames will burn the darks of souls!

And your passion will consume the agony of hell!

Come to me,

For my ways to your seeking soul

Are the falls of wonder.

Where from the currents of ecstasy

Head towards fragrant skin of your soul,

Time is but the seed of Eternity

And I will sow it

Into the ploughed land of your existence.

The flowers of eternal beauty will sprout from it

Yielding the fruits of tranquility and unfelt serenity

To intoxicate your delivering desires

Coming out of the legs of vanishing mortality. 

Hanook Gohar 

Copyrights@March16,2013

OH, MY LOVE, MY QUEEN

Oh my love, my Queen,

Now let my burning tongue swim

Into the pond of rapturous fragrance 

That emerges from the cells of your skin

And let its panting soul breathe

Under the shades of inclining mountains

From where I shall drink the nectar of my desire..

Hanook Gohar

Copyrights@March16,2013.