POUR YOUR LOVE

To me, pour your love with those enchanting eyes,
And I, in turn, shall vow to be your prize.
Or place a kiss upon the brim, that cup divine,
And wine, my dear, is not for which I pine.

The thirst that rises from the depths of my soul,
Craves a drink celestial, makes my senses whole.
Yet if offered Jove's own nectar, sweet and fine,
I'd still choose yours, my love, above all wine.

I once sent you a wreath, so vivid and red,
Not only to honor you, but with hopes widespread,
That in your care, it would never lose its grace,
But you breathed upon it and returned it to this place.

Since then, it thrives, and the fragrance it conceals,
Is not its own, but your essence, it reveals.
For in every petal's bloom and fragrant line,
I find the echoes of your love, forever mine.

Imran Nazeer
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