Come In My Garden-H

Once saw you freshly bathed, with unstained glowing skin With hair like lakes that glint, fair beneath the stars Piercing grey-blue eyes, desiring heart a-cry The greenest of things blue, the bluest of things grey. You fuller pouty lower lip, allure to my upper lip Don’t need to get tips, as lips beautiful sink ships remembering your look, making me quite nervous Those leaning eyes, increasing my heart beats. Come in my garden, roses want to see you blossoming The recesses of my heart needs to feel throbbing Come, my mind wishes some intellectual touches Come in my dreams, I wish to confront life’s daydreams. ========================================== Dr. Ram mehta Honorable mention Contest: The Inside Rhyme sponsored by Deborah Guzzi