A state of forgetfulness,

Where nothing matters,

Where the past does not torment,

Where the future does not frighten,

Where only the present exists:

And where my beloved,

Steps out from her realm,

And becomes real for me.

Where Paradise is a word,

For each and every moment,

Which we both spend together.

Lovingly, lovingly...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed on June the 5th in Karachi, Pakistan.

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beloved is as beloved does
beauty is more than
what beauty once was
love is the ever flowing stream
that makes life move
the past and her memories
give a mild moment
a mere thought for pause
so to swoon
yet still
such said life is ever always
but a dream
so why not allow yourself to
awaken in another poem
with the music of your heart
happily playing
ask love to dance with thee then
and she will always say yes
for you are
'Her Love's King'..............
you know who!....... so why type it?