Trap Of Beauty Poem by Trailakya Roy
Trap Of Beauty
The other day I saw a lass,
Sending All Arabia, as I pass.
Decided not to look at her face,
So I increased my walking pace.
But her beauty was like a fine trap,
I became a prey, my heart did scrap.
She made my passions blow like flood,
But when I looked, frozen my blood.
For 'to see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And never made another. '
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4/27/2024 6:31:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Passions of love. Thanks for sharing.