Those drops of love on the lips,
A woman, hurt, and my heart rips.
Gate to heaven, they are;
Touched, felt peace, at middle of war.
Red, color it wears most;
Careful, while eating a hot toast.
Among all assets you possess;
They are 2nd to eyes, swear Jesus and Moses.
A sleeping beauty, I saw and adored;
I couldn't agree more, pleasing sculpture by lord.
Lashes on eyelids, resemble feathers on wings;
Wings taking bearer to horizon of dreamy things.
No streak, no frown - delight to one's vision;
Artistic hands and serene nature in liaison.
