‘o’ My Angel Of Paradise, Is This Thy Lips Or Is This Rose Poem by Sadashivan Nair
‘o’ My Angel Of Paradise, Is This Thy Lips Or Is This Rose
‘O’ my angel of paradise,
Is this thy lips,
or is this rose;
Thy tears are sorbet,
wish caress thee syrupy eyes;
redolence of your sweat,
strews ambiance,
stimulates the feeling,
of exotic love;
Your white bright complex,
radiates the heaven,
sprinkles lustrous ignis;
When you walk, it’s like,
Roe cool gait,
Fitted jean and top,
on your bust,
waist and hip gestures,
thou an ocean babe;
O’ my angel of paradise,
Is this thy lips,
or is this rose;
Wonderfully passionate write depicting the minutest details of the allurements displayed by the physique of the buxom damsel captivating the mind of the poet. Nice write-up. Enjoyed reading.9 points.
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on your bust, waist and hip gestures, thou an ocean babe; O’ my angel of paradise, Is this thy lips, or is this rose; Expression of great wonder at the sight of your fascination..... love your poem. thank you dear poet. tony