Motley of love

Love has many eyes
How one behold, relies
Basically on him,
A cradle like a lap,
A hug like a dream,
Whisper like supplication,
A tender touch like an angel,
Dew like tears,
The desire that smears,
O! Love! Colours of multitude,
Unknowingly, we are playing with

poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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