Wicked games my soul hardly ever could understand
Picture of her in my eyes lost in love, barely connected
A SLAVE OF LOVE
Written by Rana M
The poor heart had always been a slave of love all along
In all the affairs of this life & the stories ever constructed
Dig deeper to reach the treasures of passion immensely
All those dreams parallel to illusions of life instructed
The details of such illusions in the name of great love
Fairy tales with no glory as hopes really been abducted
Divine kisses by taste of lips to shape of her worthy hips
Desires burning my heart completely lost and devoted
Wicked games my soul hardly ever could understand
Picture of her in my eyes lost in love, barely connected
© Rana M 16 February 2019 All Rights Reserved
© Rana M 16 February 2019 All Rights Reserved
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