Beauty of the body
You embody
Lies…
In my eyes;
My mind is dazzled
By the beauty
Emanating
From your mind…
Aglow with the beauty
......
A poem is a lover's call
Across the timeless river of death separating
the beats of life from the loving hearts.
A handful of dreams and desires
In a fortnight of Spring is
In the lyrics of the bees.
A handful of dreams and desires
In a fortnight of Spring is
In the lyrics of the bees.
A poem is a lover's call
Across the timeless river of death separating
the beats of life from the loving hearts.
Beauty of the body
You embody
Lies…
In my eyes;
My mind is dazzled
By the beauty
Emanating
From your mind…
Aglow with the beauty
......