Succulent her red lips
From writhing drips honey
Hotter and lovelier her lips
That swings with 'lancholy melody
Her beauty beautifies
The heat of her smile,
To the soul burns widely
Like the rain she drenches
She's the definition of bliss
Love's divine, she the define
Truly, truly she's blessed
Soaring high, high, high in the sky.
Her eyes the sun's radiance
She's the vision of heaven
The wind on whose wing ensue dance
That liberties from hellish haven
Love is immortal
She once mortal now immortal
Her ancestors of glee make hay join
As she forever asleep in immortality
Morning glory, your kiss in bouquet
You who remains immortal
Let this kiss for evergreen
Till meet in pasture green.
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SWEET ART
PoetryThis book is about poems on love, inspiration, motivation, and feelings. I hope you enjoy this piece of art. It is from the heart and its simply inspiring and indeed a sweet piece of art. Some of this poems are extracted from my ABANDONED WEBSITE ww...
