“Roze, roze”
I whispered and posed
For more lenient views
She might have few to offer
She is
Before my eyes
Not in dream
But a living beam
I can’t go that deep
As she is trying to keep
Her well measured
Simple and elegant posture
Yes her blue and green eyes
Simply stare and try
To reveal about secrets of her mind
I too probe more to find
As usual
I see more from her visual
She stands for love’s encounter
I say it with smile and she turns into laughter
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