With a tinge of tease and hue of love,
Hides the moon in the cloudy dust.
In one hand she holds the drape
On the other she clicks her face.
The mascara you have not just glistened your eyes
but a solace sight for those who see you face like a passer-by.
Your golden lace is even not precious,
Like that smile which is still in the drape you tied.
Your white face is better even than the moon,
As it is your own whereas the moon reflects the sunlight.
The entire concept of love, adoration, affection, desire, temptation
and even the lust fail as within you and me is the vibe which has a high sail.
Unsaid and unwavering even in the stormy seas or dusty winds,
Let's hold hold each other like a comet holds it's tail.
For there is more to come like a parallel and never meeting the lines of the rails.
Make sure the journey we started already, comes to a halt only when the souls of the infinity says.
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