O My Lily

In this world You are my naughty innocent beauty You are like the butterfly on lily You are like the angel You are my sensual gel I invited you to my last night cell Your presence was like the morning bell We enjoyed the peaceful passionate moment In the dim light dreamy imaginative den I couldn't sing for you a lust song But your drunkard body was thirsty long In your busty river I couldn't catch the fish Whole night fishing baffled my metaphorical kiss This morning awaken me, greeted to hymns Ordained to live with your graceful physical theme Come, come, live with me o my corporeal doll Life is enjoyable, happy, sorrow, making a puzzle Come to me to be grateful for this beautiful Sunday On the courtyard of the Lord we need thanksgiving pray O my Lily, my sweetheart baby Wake up, come, look the flowers calling you The birds, butterflies, cool breeze calling you Come, enjoy with loving pastry We need to go through the wet muddy path, through the deep vista of heart to find out our full soaked love Our souls there will be as the romantic clouds to fly with the flying albatrosses, to touch the unshaped sky body, to absorb our eternal ethereal feelings within the souls...... Where physical poetic genre will sleep full with dream on the blooming buds of angelic flowers, on the cloudy foam with Venus to shower with the peeping eyes of Cupid O my Lily You are my poet, poetry You are my awaking tree I am what I am for your ancient scent Still I fly with no fear of assailant 15.09.2020 Chattogram Dedicated To A Beauty; Named By Lily S.