Confined To You Always, (Ghazal)

There is a silk long thread sewn by my love. at times it may just skip a notch, like love I've hastened more than weary tales to where? I found you in the turmoils soothing love. Don't tilt, for if we both should reach the edge. to heighten voices both shall shift such love. I've stepped inside that reflect mirror phase. Each proclaims: I am on loan from love. The lips I seal as left were the usual brailles. define each of the signatures leading love. I should not phone or think whilst host of vibes. thinks those which comes so often, doubting love. Acts and facts may dream my rival's place when thinking not from stepping from our love. This quarantine is as honest as the soul when the tranquil eye is led towards my love. I crave the turning twist of speed, unknown, to re-establish what was now, as love. Try this, that whom is seen, shall not show love, when ours alone is special, don't risk that love.