THE GLIMPSE OF LOVE

THE GLIMPSE OF LOVE
(Kannoo)

Strange! Strange! Strange!
Oh! It’s really strange
That just in a maiden glimpse, my heart
Is fascinated now and forever, a rebirth
Of sort; but gal, I’m not a flirt.

That seductive eyes, tempting lips,
Ivory-skin and soft, dimple cheeks
Evoke in me a feeling, so nice, so firmly,
Making me think of you constantly
That I can’t help, but loving you desperately.
Frankly and genuinely so, I always look forward to get ever more close, get embedded with your life and become a part and parcel of your existence.
Your honeyed tone, that is so innocent
Together-with cheerful face, is really magnificent.
That smile of yours makes all frills
Of your face, adds charms; thrills
All but me most and vanished are all my ills.

With honey-brown hairs hanging around nape,
And bosom, ignorant of warmth of man’s touch, make
You the real quintessence of beauty and modesty,
The epitome of the precision and craftsmanship of His majesty,
GOD- the supreme creator and the almighty.(Kannoo)

Strange! Strange! Strange!
Oh! It’s really strange
That just in a maiden glimpse, my heart
Is fascinated now and forever, a rebirth
Of sort; but gal, I’m not a flirt.

That seductive eyes, tempting lips,
Ivory-skin and soft, dimple cheeks
Evoke in me a feeling, so nice, so firmly,
Making me think of you constantly
That I can’t help, but loving you desperately.
Frankly and genuinely so, I always look forward to get ever more close, get embedded with your life and become a part and parcel of your existence.
Your honeyed tone, that is so innocent
Together-with cheerful face, is really magnificent.
That smile of yours makes all frills
Of your face, adds charms; thrills
All but me most and vanished are all my ills.

With honey-brown hairs hanging around nape,
And bosom, ignorant of warmth of man’s touch, make
You the real quintessence of beauty and modesty,
The epitome of the precision and craftsmanship of His majesty,
GOD- the supreme creator and the almighty.