Only One...1 Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Oh yes, it is rosy lips
In touch to keep
Feel all cheerful
At least you are successful

Not the rose touch
That is as such
But internal beauty
That is gift from almighty

You are what you are
But near and not far
I feel touch and fragrance
It is felt as once

May be I am fascinated
When openly related
With your relation
I must make mention

Not all can be lucky
To have such beauty
You the one and only one
That shall be shared by none