How Can I...
From your soft, full lips,
A tender kiss when slips,
And lands on mine with a hiss,
Causes my SELF to miss.
The lilt when your lips part
From mine is what reminds me
Of the vibes-driven waves of
Desire and passion you set in.
Who would like to part
From You, Oh, blessed damsel,
Though ages drag
Dark veils on waning youth
And scowl-full decrepitude!
poem by Tajudeen Shah
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