I have loved her every line and curves,
Her soul, flesh & blood and all her nerves.
From her feet to the top of her head,
Her lovely hair, like an evening cloud, spread.
Forehead, a place where dreams are born,
A perfect curve upon her face, I will adorn.
Her eyes are like twinkling stars in night,
Her nose is like a tulip petal’s sight.
Her lips are soft and gentle like a peach,
Her chin is like a half moon, I wish to touch.
Her neck is like a curve on a violin,
Then two gentle hills like bullets in a gun.
Sliding to a soft gentle spiral,
A part that often goes viral.
Two curvy hip dips high and low,
Balances its beauty when marched with a flow.
A treasure of small secret dense garden
No visitors allowed and it's forbidden.
The pillars beautifully sculpted, when standing,
Too perfect to be real, they are prompting.
Feet like silk on skin, it leaves a trace,
Each step is a whisper and full of grace.
From the crown of her head to the soles of her feet,
Every line and curves are perfect, a real treat.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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