THE LAND OF LOVE
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Your lips are the warmest drink
Your eyes are the sweetest scenes on the earth.
May I be a little drunk with you, to search you like a Robert Frost ?
How sweet is your voice, dear
Your face is the sweetest oasis on the earth.
Let me drink thee in your leisure hour
Let me kiss thee with your sweet desire.
The land of love
You talk about..
Where elixir flow like water..
It is your sweetest eyes, dear..
It is your deepest stare...
Satchidananda Mishra
@ all rights reserved
Your lips are the warmest drink
Your eyes are the sweetest scenes on the earth.
May I be a little drunk with you, to search you like a Robert Frost ?
How sweet is your voice, dear
Your face is the sweetest oasis on the earth.
Let me drink thee in your leisure hour
Let me kiss thee with your sweet desire.
The land of love
You talk about..
Where elixir flow like water..
It is your sweetest eyes, dear..
It is your deepest stare...
Satchidananda Mishra
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