.....DEMURE....
Your eyes are infatuating,
They speak a language of finest sublimity...
Everybody they meet, they sting,
They invoke a profoundness with calmness and pity..
Your smile is modest to the par,
Your gait strikes an awe enchanting the air around..
You are an embodied charm dear,
The beauty of your face makes the whole world spell bound....
Beauty is the best if it touches
You are a music that thrills every cell of my existence..
A demure you are par excellence
Without provocation, you can melt the world with all its sense...
©®BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
Your eyes are infatuating,
They speak a language of finest sublimity...
Everybody they meet, they sting,
They invoke a profoundness with calmness and pity..
Your smile is modest to the par,
Your gait strikes an awe enchanting the air around..
You are an embodied charm dear,
The beauty of your face makes the whole world spell bound....
Beauty is the best if it touches
You are a music that thrills every cell of my existence..
A demure you are par excellence
Without provocation, you can melt the world with all its sense...
©®BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
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