A candle is cold <br />and scared to die <br />with flamy thorn <br />and melting desire <br />waiting and wanting <br />for her love to rise <br />who is twisted, burned <br />beside her feets <br />breathless lies <br /> <br />A yearnful sigh <br />came from her heart <br />watched her love still <br />with many tears dropped <br />miserably and painfully <br />a cry silently rise <br />to make her love, breath <br />and look into her eyes <br /> <br />wakeup my love <br />wakeup my life <br />wakeup for once and <br />look how I feel <br />a night is long, dark and <br />blewing cold breeze <br />I'm standing alone and <br />no one by my side <br />breaking, melting and <br />shivering in this breeze <br /> <br />A love filled whisper <br />came from above high <br />don't be scared dear <br />now, don't you cry <br />I'll make many like him <br />with same kiss, same life <br />who will yearn in the morn <br />for night to rise <br />to kiss thy lips <br />to die in thy eyes<br /><br />Asif Baloch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wakeup-my-love-moth-and-a-flame-ii/
