You are the aid to my wound

You are the aid to my wound
The spring tulips that bloom
The beauty that is trapped in my view

Sunlight piercing through the clouds
Resting on your fairy crown
The sparkling stones were dim before you

When you held my hand in the crowd
Angles whispered a little loud
That my heart is only owned by you

I am a man who is proud
To have an enchantress around
You made my fancy dreaming world true

Stunning poetry “You are the aid to my wound“ by Maseera Batool

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