RED ROSE OF HER LOVE

Her red rosy lips kiss my heart

  Hold me softly as her part

       Tell me what I feel

  Love is essential to heal 

She's the queen of beauty 

       I'm her monarch

I'm better because of her prime

         She drinks nectar 

      through eyes of mine

She's enticing as the nature

          I'm her pride 

She's my divine bony bride

         She has stolen 

      my sweet soft heart 

              I'm nothing

   without her in this eden

Her coral lips are like honey 

         heart is thirsty 

 for her precious prime wine

              She holds

    me in her tender arms  

      I tell her you're mine

         She's not earthly 

          purely divine

ASHOK KUMAR -INDIA-