Beauty is Divine of her frame and soul,
Hearts of Angels gets burned by her whole.
Abundance of Affection resides in her in layers,
Vitality of her heart is nothing but rare.
Youth of her voice like chorus of the Nightingale,
Accolade to me, she's my life's trail.
Jewelled heart of gold is her real gem,
Admirers of her are millions, I'm one of them.
Irresistible is her smile, that my soul nurture,
Nothing but her matters to me because I love her.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
Beauty is Divine of her frame and soul,
Hearts of Angels gets burned by her whole.
Abundance of Affection resides in her in layers,
Vitality of her heart is nothing but rare.
Youth of her voice like chorus of the Nightingale,
Accolade to me, she's my life's trail.
Jewelled heart of gold is her real gem,
Admirers of her are millions, I'm one of them.
Irresistible is her smile, that my soul nurture,
Nothing but her matters to me because I love her.
#Love #Life #Essence #Heart #MySoul
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