Dreams come and away it goes,
like red hue on a fading rose.
What remains now still with me,
is your stolen kiss and silent glee.
The tresses of your brown hair,
caresses your cheeks pink 'n' fair.
Those sleepy and dreamy eyes,
deep inside makes an urge to rise.
Tis true I remain awake in dream,
like a child seeing the golden rim.
Dreams end - not the hangover sweet,
all due to you dear - a lovely treat.
My fingers cascade your hair apart,
makes love tiptoe to my heart.
Cute! You blush like cherries tender,
I pray your morn be sweet as lavender.
Prasenjit©1997-2010
Lovely poems Prasenjit.
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