CLIMBING FLOWERS

 

 

Mild sound of kisses always rhyme,
It’s happens mostly all the time,
When she smiles,
And two pink flowers on her lips climb

For heart it creates a condition to chime,
With weather of romantic clime,
When she smiles,
And two pink flowers on her lips climb

Petals of lotus flowering on the time,
Forcing me to kiss and commit a cute crime,
Pleasing for the natural art lovers,
Her Juvenility is her own prime

An unknown illusion force me to ask who i’m,
Whatever going on is good or a crime ?
When she smiles,
And two pink flowers on her lips climb