The Art Of A Beauty's Langguage Poem by E.K. HARIHARAN

His visuals were drawn to her charm,
It was so sharp...that he can read the language of her lips!

Her sweet tender lips were red as the rose in his palm,
Her eyes were romantically whispering at him!

Her language was so idiosyncratic...that the moon, the stars, and even the angels were flummoxed!

The rose in his palm was yearning to jump to her,
As the cool breeze kissed her cheeks,
She swiftly grasped the rose and sunk herself into the warmth of his heart!

He found it hard to jolt back to reality,
His arms were craving to embrace her...
He caressed her silky hair and studied her eyes,
He found his boon gazing at him!

"TRUE LOVE" whispered the black marble glistening in the sun! ! !