WHEN MY BELOVED ASKS ME...

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WHEN MY BELOVED ASKS ME...

Quite often my beloved, rare woman,

Asks me if I love her more than she does,

I smile at her query and say I know that:

"To answer you is not so simple but,

This fact may provide you with a clue:

"That I cannot live without my life -- You."

So far as missing 'you' is concerned

God alone knows the depths of my heart's state,

Of the bleeding of longing and the jagged wounds

Making my being apart from you more than just an ache:

It is something which words cannot portray:

An agony too true to prove itself true.

(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on February 7th-8th, 2011)

Author's Notes/Comments:

Dedicated to my beloved, rare woman, the total epitome of feminity...high on the hills in USA....:):);), with a pure soul and a loving heart and a sefless soul...loftier than all the women I have come across...fairer than late Madhubala, the Indian actress, as her spirit soars higher than Venus itself...no Helen of Troy can match her and no Juliet or Cleopatra can steal away her "infinite variety" from her...She loves me truly and so do I...no doubt about that...AT ALL!!!