Just Meet The Bud Poem by Danish Azam

I have a secret my girl within my grip,
I want to share it but from mouth to lip.

Peoples are all ears always ready to catch,
Dont let it go or we will loose the match.

Let me take the words wherein it begins,
Let me count the smile wherein it grins.

I have some documents of love to destroy,
Your lips are the safest place so thinks your boy.

When hands meet eatch other we became a friend,
We shared then everything when our hearts blend.

Two steps of life these were that we conqured,
Third step is quite simple just meet the bud.