Abdul Wahab Sharief
She wooed me with her smiles first,
Exciting my senses and increasing my thrist.
Then she would stop me just as i was to taste,
Laying siege to my passion and putting dreams to waste.
Always promising love unseen, unheard,
Twisting my emotions with carefully chosen words.
Lifting my spirits if the the day and chore had them drowned,
Making me feel like a prince newly crowned.
Then when'st we meet at a gathering social,