Tis, nature is very lively and lovely
I have got nature that is too, lovely
Who has utmost pleasant divine words
Which plunge on me to be salacious.
Is that love that exists without sight?
Makes my heart fly like a kite
Can the thoughts and feelings be enough?
To give, take and make love tough
So weird, so strange and so concrete
Makes one optimistic, kind and discreet.
Alas, nobody I am to get it
Lips expressed, heart and soul
Smouldered for unison with harmony
Or, new dress of fragrance to wear?
Or, spend countless papers power?
Either I sacrifice or I get
She will always be an inspirational mate
Neither am I Shakespeare nor Keats
But only desire to stay on her heart beats.
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