I’m tied in strings
But a few are small.
I ignore it at all,
The beauty dominates,
It’s lack or shortfall,
It never underrates,
The water of light,
Like a fall from the hills,
To an unseen sight,
With a magic of fills,
Fills heart and brain,
With the melted gold,
And the silver strain,
No more cold and old,
Brings back the age,
That we lost in time,
Was locked in a cage,
With the same old rime!
With this charm of love,
I sleep at night,
An alarm of love,
When the day is bright!
What if you are sick!
My love all times,
To your music I stick,
I enjoy your rimes.
The treasure of your charms,
The beauty and bliss,
The pleasure of your arms,
And a hot warm kiss.
And above all,
You’re pink and profound,
Not very big, it’s small,
On a sloppy silky ground!
The blackish mole,
A nature’s work of art
What a beauty as a whole,
Come to me sweetheart.
I loved you ever,
I love you now,
Forty seven years!
Forget what and how.
I’m naughty you are nifty,
And love is my duty,
With your love my fifty,
You are Kamini beauty!