menash mohan shrestha
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Down the aisle i met people with
With there tongues laden with words so
Seems like they're vying for their own
To display en masse their own mermaid,
Today poor st. Valentine is so betrayed,
Even the lovers exchange the rose that are home made.
That brow when rose, browbeats me,
To fall into your pliable foot.
Your tip of tounge, my elixir source,
When enchants my name,
Seems like you christened me everytime.
Those blue eyes when beckon
I'm taken to the never-neverland...
And I see you in every dreams and reveries.