Monday, March 25, 2024

They Call Me Love

Written by:©Nassira Nezzar(Nassira poeta )

#Love_Poetry ✍️



Indian song by Emraan Hashmi 🎶🎧💖)


I put my cheek on the cheeks of roses

I enter hearts without passing

through doors or windows

My magic is in my power

I hold you tight and take you higher

With my magical wings

I hover here and there..

kissing the stars, the moon,

the white clouds and the sun’s rays

They call me love

I look as the red colour with its contradictions

When I knock the doors of hearts

I don’t ask for permission

I’m not a sacred religion

I’m not restricted to something “allowed”

or something “forbidden”

I’m the wind, I’m the sun, I’m the rain

I’m the snow…

I’m the owner of all my seasons..

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