Receive Love

Receive your love from me, whatever it slides,
Is a lightening bolt going to take you away?
The speech is distinct, this love is always there,
Almost speaking becomes worse as an enemy.
In this weight of love, we draw from this vision,
The vision of lights is a beast for those in action.
Dreams are composed of this, distressingly,
Less torture of the will is required once smitten.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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