By Sunset scenes, so gigantic,
Orange sky seems romantic.
Will you collect my love words,
From the morning breeze,
Or from the song of Skylark,
Or from the full moon light?
Rays appealing never frantic,
Lucent light powers mantic.
How should I love you,
If I have no Moonshine in my room.
How should I smooch you,
If I have no honeydew breeze in my breath.
How should I enfold you,
If I have no knightly arms of lover bond.
Let me be…..
Holistic in your honesty,
Enhancer in your pleasures,
Calm in your sanity,
Loved in your trust amenity.
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