Of all the good things I see,
is your smile blooming for me.
The wantonness in the looks,
not to be found in the books.
The freshness of the rain at large,
makes me happy, enliven the urge.
Hair along the earlobes dangle,
touch my eyes - naughtily entangle.
Mischief - along your neck I swear,
lucky and gorgeous the gems you wear.
Eyes - like the depth of ocean measured,
Glance - like pearls for eternity treasured.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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