You are my haven
And red blossoming flowers.
Yes, years will pass by
As time flies; but I will have
You engraved deeply
Around the walls of my heart.
You are my starlight
And with you, am never lost.
You hold me in ways
Artist can’t paint or draw.
Yarns of weavings, my
Abracadabra cravings
You fetch me love bites
Always stained by your lipsticks.
Woah… beautiful… I didn’t know abracadabra can be used in a poem too… Mind blowing…
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Hehehehe
Anything goes with a poem, when used rightly.
Thank you Ameet Kothari
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you Shivani Dubey
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