Ode To Lips
Let me compose ode to lips in a mood chill,
That’s not wrong, if I use word, “fragile”
As petal of rose In a fragrant garden,
Where roses are enriched with thrill.
If I start to explain smile sprout,
Then I need to use words so stout,
To clear the term I would say very short,
The sprout is opening the gold mart about.
In the garden of lips, it starts to bloom,
A tiny smile, a beautiful room,
Where happiness grows, and joy resides,
And love sprouts forth, with a sweet mash room.
In the garden of pink roses, two petals entwine,
The upper petal, heart shaped, a love divine,
The lower petal, sweet as glucose,
Having sweet taste as en-toxic wine.
In that garden of pink roses, love’s essence reigns,
Two petals entwined, a sweet embrace sustains,
Their tender touch ignites a burning flame,
A passion so fierce, it forever remains.
Enjoy Bird lip Grook.
Read and enjoy more poems like My Words.
And Carefree Love.
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