Category : Poems

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Heart dance crazy, cheeks create bun,
Exciting mystery, the lovely longing wait,
The voice of my girl, drives me to moon.

Will that be Icy chill, like a freezing breeze,
Will that be lovely warm, like a candle flame;
Will that be crystal clear, like a murakami prose,
Will that be mystic foot, like a Shelly poem;
Will that be mellifluous, like a euphonic harp,
Will that be electrifying, like a dazzling guitar.

Are those the alluring flowers, larynx & pharynx,
Would you spill the nectar of honey;
Are those the wind chimes, uvula & toncils,
Would you bell the tone of melody;
Are those the recurve bows, tongue & palates,
Would you shoot the arrow of love;

First tinch of snow, first drop of rain,
Longing for the honey, the melody, the voice,
Show me the purpose of life dear, let me hear