Desire
Lips sealed with a kiss
Lips parted for more
Don't you know my love
Desire for ever more
The saga of ancient lore
Maya (Illusion) In Nature
I am the Eve of your Garden
Defamed by fate's cruel hand
I bore you in me as a thought beautiful
Carry the energy per your command
I am but the executrix of your deeds.
Desire is never satiated, it goes on increasing! It is so natural that a heart in love pines for more and more of warm expressions of love from the loved! We are ever tantalized by Maya! Better to keep away from her deluding charms ! Enjoyed both the five liners, though they cannot be called cinquains! !
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Observations of things that pertain to the phases of a life determined by desire and illusion often.