“If I can have what I want then I’d have the stars the moon, the skies and a love where it shines through your eyes.”

I want to feel that way again when you look into my eyes i couldn’t look away as if i was spellbound.

Raided my heart, after you lust for me among others, for some reason you chose me it was chaos at first sight.

You are in my blood no one can break this bond.

I warned you not to play with matches but you said you loved the heat. Darling, the inferno warms you but it spreads like wildfire. Now, we’re both in ruins.

Even though he is not mine I wish him a heart fully made & even though, to my love he is blind for him my love will never fade.

Tease me over & again, moon over my night a meteor-like allure strike through my heart.

Stay with me in this inferno and together we’ll watch the world burn.

If this should end in fire come, fill this desire.

It is not the world I fear but what becomes of me; when you disappear so understand it is you I cannot sacrifice with you in my life-I’ll suffice.

If you are a painter my love, then I will be your writer.

Tell me about the city you grew up in, how you like to take your tea let me see the world through your eyes; be the muse to my literacy.

In the cold you left me, that is how my love for you came to be.

You shall have all that is in this garden.

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun, too close, too much.

I want a love that meets me half way. A love filled with chivalry as if it were written in old days.

Who am I to write about love when I don’t know the very definition of it, It seems, love itself does not favor me.

A man whose eyes love opens risks his soul – His dancing breaks beyond the mind’s control.

Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.

Looking back in front of me, in the mirror a grin. Through eyes of love I see, I’m only looking at a friend.

I’m not handsome in the classical sense. The eyes droop, the mouth is crooked, the teeth aren’t straight, the voice sounds like a Mafioso pallbearer, but somehow it all works.

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.

As my heart began to melt this is what your Emerald eyes do to me.

O Allah, You know that the only thing I want in this life Is to be obedient to Your command. Even the living sight of my eyes Is service at your court