You Are My Angel – Poem #04 (2021)

I feel you in the scent of rosesAnd every beautiful art in apses. In the quiet pouring of the rain,You are in the breath of the wind. In the starry nights of summerYou are my home, my confidante. Sometimes a hostile loverAnd sometimes an uncomfortable soul. But You are my angelIn every moment. © Shuhab

Once A Poet Said!

I burned and turned to ashI became a guide for the sufferersI was a Shah and became a subjectWith the fire of your love.

It’s not real!

I am a fantasy,I come to life in my dreams.I am not real,I’m a made up storyCreated from a pen. I become realWith the Imagination from a mind.Magic spells, wizards, and witches,Made me realTo see the real world As I became real,I figured out the worldIt’s a scary place to see,All things that are ImpossibleAre

I Write, why?

I write, to feel alive.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Tharkii

Collectively, through the most frequently noted motive is relational, suggestive that flirting messages are fundamentally driven by the desire to build up a relationship. It is not always about sex.