You know, the eternal adoration is so sensuous
that makes the bond magically
towards the heart full of its poised essence.
And I am obedient enough to this wonderful color
of evergreen passion
lying on my inner eyes of captivating glance.
Nothing can be as cute as its early looks,
soft, tacit, tender, majestic
spectacularly grabs the flawless of my soul's reliance.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions