Fine dining and the folklore
Slow dancing by the riverside
Shy whispers of nothing in your ears
The hints of smile in the gaze of your eye
The sweet nothings of being in love
Say you are mine
Line the cloud with silver galore
Let the bosom rise in pride
Hold me like a child so dear
Let the smell of our togetherness never bid goodbye
Handle me today with those kid gloves, my love
A team so fine
The sway of my step, envious furor
Gurgling laughter of a to be bride
Flushed in pink, an eye full of tear
Pretty as a dream, a dream to rely
Feels like being on seventh heaven above, my love.
Life, a goldmine.
Polished gem of times labor
Withstanding the tests of tide
Unspoken, content, our hearts we bare
Stolen glances, crowds we belie
Rekindled, and warmed our hearts,
oh those memories of being vain by wine, my love.
3 comments:
hello if u dont get it this time around i ll fukin erase ur poems.......... well this one is very beautiful....n romantic. but i would tell u for all ur poems... try n rhyme a bit more.......even though this ones very very close to it
u cracked it darling!
twice
first successfully logged a comment
second identified the only and remotely rhyming piece!
hey Dil, neat piece.
Congratulations!!
Kamlesh
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