When your tears flow on my cheek, <br />Wet and salty, they grow <br />Fond of your skin so warm, our love <br />Like the smell of incense <br />Spreads from house to house in the wind, <br />Like the song of our passion, <br />My name you have written in every line, <br />Our love penned in gold <br />When you hold my hand for your lips <br />To kiss, I hold yours to my <br />Eyes and my heart for you to feel the cries <br />The blood laced sword you place <br />At my feet, Oh! Conqueror of the world, <br />I will place in your hands, <br />The sword will turn into a rose red so deep and <br />Then it will turn into a dove <br />Which flies away as we watch hand in hand <br /> <br />In sequel to poem cruel glance by poet Sadiqullah Khan <br />(Thank you Sadiq for bringing out this is in me)<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sweet-glance/
