Sunday, 12 December 2010

She dances like a rosemary

She dances like a rosemary

She looked like a rose.

Her smell as the sweet fragrance 
                                                that the coloured flower yields!

I still my breath and pant to her smile

Her happiness I fancied, my feet are fit to dwell.

Lessons of love I learnt from her touch

And round me lie the traces of her flowers ardour.

She dances like a rosemary
                                        budding allure!


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