A crushing smile the way you dote,
I’m falling all over myself;
No gravity I start to float,
a crushing smile the way you dote;
The poison or the antidote
hoodwinked by a four letter ‘F’;
A crushing smile the way you dote
I’m falling all over myself.
Summer babies splashing in the Junish sun
water fountain squeals and joyous chills
beneath the eye a verdant green, its love
expectant mothers dote onto...
A blue sea that runs to the bright sky in its offing
A wide field that flaunts its greenness all around down to the horizon
A petal that sits gently upon the head of a flower
All spell beauty
But the real beauty abides only in your eyes
I dote on you
For with you, comes real beauty
A cap that carries golden tints
A cloth embroidered with a silver thread
A shoe laced with a bronze rope
All pronounce richness
Still, the real richness dwells in your smiles
I dote on you
For with you, I lavish in richness
Hot pap that stabs chronic cold in the heart when it's dawn
Chilled water from the inner mind of the earth-pot in noon time
Light pounded yam that holds hunger hostage till the
morning
All sing contentment
Yet, the real contentment lives only around your open arms
I dote on you
For with you, I am contented
No dial tone to dote on
My memory is made
And my format is filthy
The tone is tempting
But the pause is pressing
My volume is voiceless
And the channels are changing
And a constricting clasp on cancel
Is my only option
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