The fragrant boughs that dangle,
across the stems entangle.
As if in the Garden of Eden,
approaches me - My Maiden.
Radiance of shyness in pink,
So lovely !! Just think !!
On ground she tiptoes quiet,
velvet hair, dark like night.
Whispers and blinks with smile,
with cheeks red all the while.
She glances and steals my heart,
makes me her own never to part.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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