She Wrote A Beautiful Poem On My Lips Poem by KAVIN CHARALAN

Sleeping beauty I called her
She gave a magic touch to my eyelids
And spread as dreams

Blue necked peacock I called her
She leaned on my shoulder
Clasped my hand and walked with me

Deer Oh my dear female deer I called her
She held her fingers before her red lips
And blew a flying kiss in the air

Honey Oh sweet Honey I called her
She came like gentle breeze
Smiled, curved her lips
And wrote a beautiful poem on my lips