I'M the Pen and You Are My Note-Book
For being with you my babe
There is no greater pleasure,
There is no better future than
With you to grow old.
I want to love every inch of your beauty,
I want to get lost in your collyrium eyes
Consumed by your kiss,
The wind blows just so slightly,
The flowers that bloom around us
They tickle at your feet,
The scent of jasmine and rose
Drifting on the evening breeze.
I see the twilight in your eyes
As the moon sets up the mood.
Its the bright rays of hope,
Its like a tiny piece of the survival
Shifts here in this place,
Playing the natural music around us,
While romance fills the air.
Your scent is like the perfume of
Night-blooming flower,
Your sweet breath teases my skin,
Each breath became a thousand sighs.
The air is filled with love-birds song,
Your lips speaks soft sweetness,
I'm the pen and you are my note-book,
I open you and begin to inscribe your pages.
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Thank you for reading.
Chitta
Copyright © Chittaranjan Dey | Year Posted 2012
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