Let us drink this sea, until we swim fully in red;
Let us climb this hill, until we reach a vine yard;
Perhaps we both do not know where to go further;
But sure, I shall hold your hands, nothing to bother;
You are the only sacred women to whom I am in love;
I shall nurture your soul so pure like a white dove !
Let me sing aloud on your beautiful glazing cheeks;
Let me kiss on your lips, while climbing the peeks !
Perhaps we both do not know how to live together;
But sure, I shall not leave; will hold to my shoulder !
You are the only intoxicating drink, too delicious;
I shall shelter your body anything like so precious !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI