When ever I think about you
And becoming egoism,
What comes in mind-
Is that tiny item on your chin,
I mean that small
Hollow on your cheek
That item is auspicious decoration
Which was put by God
To show us his Greatness
And Adorn.
That item is a descrepacy
Between you and other girls
When I say melodious words,
That item comes on display
And is always accompanied by
That simple sexy smile
To be candid
That item has something amorous
I like your smile
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