I love your eyes and the eyebrows,
And I love your nose & the lips.
I love your smile and the laughter,
And I love your grimace & the tears.
I love your happiness and the anger,
And I love your innocence & the glamour.
I love your appearance in my dreams,
And I love the lap dance you perform.
I love your sketch in all of my memories,
And I love those curves tempting to sculpt.
I love your memories with all my heart,
And I refuse to give up all hope even if you get married to someone else.
My HP Poem #1117
©Atul Kaushal