I felt her fragrance from a distance
and then my love brought her close,
her delicacy,
her colors
and her hidden charms,
my eyes were thanked by my lips
and thanked by my arms.
When she was opened for me
my whole thanked,
my deep penetrating eyes.
She is a delicate rose!
But she is too naughty
she changes her colors
she changes her perfumes.
How many dresses she has?
When my eyes walk in love
in a moment she is white,
next moment she is pink,
she is in lilies,
she is in jasmines,
and she is in daffodils.
Is it my eyes or it's my sight
changing colors,
I cannot ink!
My heart's adventures in love
lead me to the joys
and lead me to the thrills.
Where there is beauty
there is she
and where there is she
there is love
where there is love
there is me,
but you cannot see
I cease to exist as me
as my colors have gone,
feel my aroma if you can.
Now I realize
I wasn't a man
in love I am changed
I am now the beauty
I am not a man!
I love your use of the word, naughty. This kind of love is predominantly limbic, instinctual. The release of chemicals is autonomic, the evolutionary purpose is continuing the species; the physiological responses are hard to control; especially if you don't realize what is happening.
You can choose to examine the repercussions of any action, or delight in the scent of the now. You are a man, Akhtar; a man I am proud to know.
Beauty in man and man in beauty! It is a beautiful merger sanctioned by plan divine. A lovely sentiment touched with conviction.
incredible we ll have even orchids genes animals all by now know an admixture of nature tadpoles to fish to weeds and seeds to banana and grape vines peaces mulberry and maple what ever name ye we all have their genes ask apes where they came from and jumped from tree to tree made
her delicacy, her colors are greatly penned in your poem and has sucked your love, as if, it's a man, very interesting one, thanhs for sharing the poem with us
A wonderful poem that has been woven with the beauty of nature embedded with love. Brilliant write beautifully crafted.10
My love brought her close! ! Love and art. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I see the great transformation in this poem where the object of beauty deflects itself into the beholder and the beholder becoming the beauty himself! A lovely write! A10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! My friend you have exceeded all beauty of expression. A wonderful poem.++++++10