Hey! sweetheart, listen quick,
What you call blemish, is a mystique.
Can appreciate your eyes, or lips' glory,
But that mole shows a different story.
Talking about it makes your mood bleak,
You call it a disgrace, I Critic.
Like a bee on a sunflower,
It sits above your lips,
Adding a remarkable charm to all your clips. It erodes your vanity, keeps you humble,
As a god's gift, when you show up,
Even the moon dips.
Don't be insecure of your possession,
You don't know,
how much it Intensifies your impression.
You can say, I'm in love with that mole,
It completes your beauty as a whole.
I can admire your facial features all noon, And that mole feels like home,
Because my darling it makes you my moon.
YOU ARE READING
Moonlight
Poetry"Did you really not see it? Or were you too afraid to look?" This book is full of poems that will surely remind you of the first love you never had. 'My moonlight' is a collection of poems that I pour my heart writing and I hope you like it. It's fu...
