Breeze of her drizzling smile when
Embraces my withered heart, it
Abstracts the roots of the
Unsacred oaths I took in love -
Trunk of obsession and infatuation
Imprinted in nostalgia - and
Fructifies the soil of this
Uncultivated life by blossoming the
Lacerated branches of my soul.
Taste of bitterness from the
Ripe and fancy fruit of infatuation
Absorbed by my lips during the salad days
Gradually evaporates in the snugness of her
Entangled hugs, moonlit kisses and
Decaying of my dreams sway when she
Yawns with rejuvenating breath & auspicious eyes.
*a special thank you to sinners gospel; who did a beautiful job at writing this for me! Great work!*
