Something she is writing,
And the shoulders exciting,
And her silky neck enjoying a kiss,
By shine of hairs enjoying a bliss,
The unhappy neck lacking the charms,
For someone’s hot and lovely arms,
The unhappy lips in dreams of a kiss,
For several days a painful miss,
Unhappy innocence never knows,
Her mild smile and dark eye brows,
The golden ring with the diamond shines,
The piece of paper having zigzag lines,
He knows very well the meanings of the lines,
If it’s love every path has shines.
Nature is reflecting all in the glass of naught,
To the thirsty fiancé with an art of draught!

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