My heart bends at a right angle,
Whenever you are in the limbic system
Of my artistic mind.
The unknown goddess of love,
You were made to love and to be loved;
Today you are nothing,
But my unfulfilled dream.
The unseen beauty queen of this lost world,
You live in the dreams of millions
You swim in the eyes of painters
You flow in the words of poets
You grow in the logics of philosophers;
I am nothing but one of them.
My love might mean nothing,
Yet I decree;
I love you more than any living being
Could ever imagine of loving you.
May 07,2009
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-731/
