The curly tangles of hair
the piercing black eyes
Skin pale as the shining moon
with an intoxicanting smell of honey Dew

Those red luscious lips
That speak of the most sweetest things
And when the lips curve into a smile
You watch as the world stops for a sigh!!

Those soft beautiful hands
That sways with a touch of heal
Those crafty little legs
that let this mesmerizing being prance

You might ask, who I speak of
I do not know
All I know is that you may live long enough
But you’re truly alive with her

Pranav Drolia


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