Soft, delicate, and velvety in their repose
A shade of crimson, a sight to behold
A beauty that never seems to grow old
With every breath, they invite a kiss
A moment of bliss, a moment of bliss
Their fragrance, a sweet and heady aroma
That lingers long after one has left the coma
Like the rose, her lips evoke desire
A passion that sets the soul on fire
They speak of love, of longing, and more
A language that only the heart can explore
Her lips are a treasure to be savored
A sweet nectar to be tasted and favored
A symbol of love, of beauty, and grace
A vision that time cannot erase
So let us cherish her lips, like the rose
And savor their beauty, as the passion flows
For in them, we find a glimpse of heaven
A love that endures, now and forever.
Poet: Nunn Pari
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