When I will embrace your chest by my chest at that time You will comprehend how mature my love is How lukewarm it is When my lips dancing up and down will utter the word “love” You will realize lips that never lie How many drops of rainwater can make you soggy? My one stroke of lip kiss can do more than that… When you become the subject of my poem My pen starts to dance like a new born baby does seeing his mother My page is never touched by the vilest caterpillars When they come to do the sting they find you are laughing in my poems………