A Wardrobe

But inside the rosewood

We can ponder over on a

Lot of our soft corners

For its back has held me 

Amply in your arms.

Perfectly blended with 

Your linen, we can bargain

For the love handles

For the hanger line has

Turned my curves impertinent.

What's outside has pushed

The undermount slides closer

Now we can lock our fingers, heads

To unlock the love behind the closet

For so much space attracts my silk.

The oaks maple birch teak and pine

Have all resisted from the hooks,

Drawers, tower units and racks

For we smell too much of roses

Because of the scent, we spilled inside.

All the wood around smirked

Asking the keyholes to stop struggling.

They say, You can stay till what's 

Inside the wardrobe ask us to 

Change the wardrobe into a love poem.