Category : Poems

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The window scent, through nose and eyes, uproot
to orchard rose, she plucks the bloom of choice.
The rose at bonce, that jeal the blooms, permute
to garland you, to greet the day of joyce.

I peck your lips, then hold your hands to whirl
through hall, to dine, the snack is on, enjoy.
Whenever pass, I kiss your head, Unfurl
the hair, the god to see the beauty floy.

After, we walk the park for evening buss,
I nap on lap, so bear the weigh, love's dense.
We laugh the path, I lift you home with fuss,
Through hall, to bed, cuddle to lack the sense.

Some smooch, then fall on other hearts to dream,
Tomorrow's love, will pass the past with gleam.

Sonnet,
A day with beloved.

P.S: This is my first ever sonnet inspired from Shakespearean rhthym. Please correct me, if you found any mistakes with Iambic. So far I did my best.