With rosy smile and tender dimple she speaks
Of silent melodies, seasoning my heart to their beats.
A beaming bloom pervading my day, to gleam.
Her frisky looks there flow, and I but deem
It sinful with them Not to go. That seems
A sensuous mouth of mild and melting flutters;
Conspiring with her fragrant aspect and mutters
Doleful tales. She shivers..her eyes quiver
Unwrapping deep sorrow..a flooding river!
By: Mahmoud Keshk