Slave Of Your Beauty Poem by Dave Tanwar
Slave Of Your Beauty
I am what? But the slave of your beauty
To love & to admire you is my duty
How can I compete you, I dare to think
You are my inspiration; I love the way you wink
When I think of beauty, it’s your smile that appear
All wounds forgotten, all pains disappear
When I think of heaven, tis
Is the moment we miss, when we kiss
It seems like it is a casted spell
More I think of you more I felt
Your thought hasten my mood
‘Cause on your kisses, I can survive with no food
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5/8/2024 6:15:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
...on your kisses, I can survive with no food. I like that line. An excellent conclusion to your sentiments.