Do lips have ears to catch the sound,  
Do lips have eyes where visions drown?  
Do lips hold hearts that softly beat,  
In every whisper, every greet?  

Do lips, with honey, sweetly blend,  
A taste of dreams that never end?  
Do lips, with saffron’s gentle hue,  
Hold secrets deep, both rich and true?  

Do lips have souls, a spark, a flame,  
That kindles love, that calls your name?  
How do these lips, with power untold,  
Weave magic warm and tender, bold?  

With every sigh, with every kiss,  
They stir the heart to boundless bliss.  
Like roses soft, with petals pure,  
Their fragrance lingers, sweet and sure.  

Kisses, the secret to life’s delight,  
A spark of heaven in the quiet night.  
A touch that holds the universe still,  
Binding souls with an unspoken thrill.  

Valentine’s joy, with love so bright,  
Fills the heart and lights the night.  
A gift of passion, a tender vow,  
A promise of forever, here and now.  

So tell me, seeker, with longing true,  
What ancient force lies hid from view?  
For in these lips, both soft and pure,  
Lies love’s own secret, rich and sure.  
A sweetness, like saffron, finely spun,  
In every kiss, a world begun.

Warmth, perfume, and sweet caress,  
Kisses soft, love’s gentle press.

Hug me, O’ sacred bliss,  
Until I drown in your warm embrace,  
Wrap me close in your velvet arms,  
Until your essence fills my every trace.  

Let your touch be a soft breeze,  
That dances gently on my skin,  
Envelop me in your tender whispers,  
Where love and time begin.  

Till I breathe your fragrance in,  
Until it lingers deep in my soul,  
Until my very heartbeat is yours,  
And I am made completely whole.  

Hug me, O’ sacred bliss,  
In the cradle of your sweet light,  
Let me be a reflection of you,  
Woven in your grace, a shining night.  

Bind me to you, till the end of days,  
Let your love be my only guide,  
And when I walk, let the world know,  
I carry you always, deep inside.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn,
Where the night ends,
Where birds chirp in whisper
Like elves from fairylands.

I’ll wash my feet with cool dew
And I will be calmly awaiting,
Where pure thoughts are twisting with osiers
And creating dreams, fascinating.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn.
Come some morning. I’m here,
Where dew is cool and all-pure
And our dreams are near.

Spellbound by your gaze, I am lost in the trance,
A deep, timeless pull, as if I’ve no chance.
In the depths of your eyes, the world fades away,
Where heaven and earth meet, in a single display.

Your gaze, a quiet storm, a force that enchants,
A universe in every glance, where my heart dances.
Each flicker of light, each silent decree,
A whispered promise, an eternity for me.

But it’s your lips, my love, where I truly surrender,
Possessed by their touch, their warmth, their splendour.
Each kiss a spell, casting shadows on time,
I lose myself in them, in rhythm, in rhyme.

In your lips, I find a forbidden bliss,
A hunger so deep, a burning, sweet kiss.
Possessed by their allure, I crave no escape,
In their softness, my soul takes shape.

You are the magic, the fire, the night,
The intoxicating pull that feels so right.
Spellbound by your gaze, possessed by your lips,
I’m lost in your love, in your sweet, endless grips.

Intoxicating eyes, a burning spell,
Ecstatic lips where secrets swell.