O my love....... To me Love is an obsession A very sweet feeling It is like sipping wine The first sip The second sip The wine moving down my throat And the slight burning sensation Down the stomach Sometimes It reaches to the empty feeling Like a glass of wine Place carelessly... The wind of the fan Drying the last drop in it. Unable to trace Even the last trace of the sweetest tinge To me Love is a pretty dream Crossing my heavy eyelids Where I can Pause you and your smiles Freeze you and your moods To that absolute stillness.