When She Appears Charming

When She Appears Charming ode

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Her tranquility is soothing and comforting,
When she is cross, she is exciting and retorting,
Fascinating; a displeased beloved is charming,
A miracle of cooling that ends in warming,
The color of cheeks when becomes more pink,
The latent call of the lips for a drink,
Forces the beloved to hug and smile,
From head to feet she becomes mobile.

She is not bad but she is not good enough,
She comes for a kiss and soon she is rough,
Leaving thirsty lover so alone in a night,
She goes back like a flash of light,
Let my heart burn and turn into ashes,
Let the light of love with awaking lashes,
Titillate my beloved, who is sleeping in the night,
Unconcerned, unaware of the crying moonlight!

It’s a cloudy night with a shy moonlight,
For me it’s dark and at all not bright,
The moon is sleepy and stars are tired,
The Milky Way from sky has been fired,
The night sky is a passing show,
Can I survive the painful blow?
One can live without a date,
But on a date a beloved, so late!

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About love and its charm in all colors…enjoyed reading it!


good words nice poem

Suhail Kakorvi

very well written with emotions expressed beautifully congratulations=Suhail Kakorvi


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