She shows her
face painted in soft moon light,
She is full with
love that her soul can reflect,
A significant
wave that she likes to adore her heart,
This life is
faithful she thinks if love comes to her.
The beauty of her
black hair comes down heavily
Upon the
shoulders covering line of sense that touches her,
Her eyes are
covered with little tuft of hairs
Falling down
sweetly, touching her chin to breasts apart.
Her lips are
silent as morning comes with love, bare,
Little open comes
with teeth fresh white sphere,
As if she is
ready to greet kisses inside tongue’s sky,
Looks are bright
in light of heavenly portrait sublime.
She looks calm,
yet something left behind,
She is woman that
is her recognition like raindrops
Those are mixed
with sweet hope of burn,
Her recognition
brings a fairy looks of loving elation.
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