FRAGRANCE TO ITS FLOWER

Velvet thoughts of a blooming heart
sprouting up with splendid grace
a divine muse will play its part
and looms my heart with deadly pace.

Whenever shall i see her face
of charm and beauty perfect blend
my eyes go wander as it trace
that every bit that god had send

I envy along with a shining star
her eyes were such, two sparkling beads
Crystals, pure without a scar
a feast for every eyes it feeds.

I hate those wind who always touch
her petel lips and golden cheeks
with fuming lust and greed as such
but still her beauty lies at peaks

I feel a bunch of roses red
melts my heart as she moves near
i sense my breath ,a while as dead
and makes me feel that she's so dear

I felt as if that she is mine
like the fragrance to its flower divine
i seldom care if things are fine
but for me she is the celestial wine!!