The Morning Kiss
I uplift and sip the morning tea imagining your face beholding
Going to bath bed I get your winsome smell while blending the shower gel
Standing then in front of my mirror, see you mocking at me
Finally all miscalculation I mend listening the morning door bell.
Standing there you, bearing a charming smile at face
Wearing a pink –shiny, glamour morning dress
Red tulips beholding in both glorious hands
Waiting for a honeyed, unforgettable kiss….
I won’t let you miss!!
Copyright © Tasmina Hayat Khan | Year Posted 2015
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