I saw the world in black and white,
Until you brushed it into light.
You came—a stroke of crimson flame,
And every shade now speaks your name.
Your smile, the gold of morning skies,
Your touch, the blue where the ocean lies.
Your laughter—like the softest green,
Where love grows wild and hearts are seen.
Your eyes hold stars in velvet hue,
A midnight sky turned deepest blue.
And in your voice, a lilac breeze,
That stirs the rose in cherry trees.
No canvas ever held such grace,
No color rivals your embrace.
For every shade I've come to know,
Its brighter where your love does glow.
So paint with me this life, my dear—
In the reds of passion, moments are clear.
For in your arms, I’ve come to see,
That love is life’s true masterpiece.
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Arbab Haider
As an author, I am captivated by the human experience, diving deep into the complexities of relationships and the emotions that define our lives. My writing journey began with a simple desire to tell stories that resonate with readers.
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