The Moon Drop

Somewhere "you "

dwell in life, no other can reach that height

love, life, trust and peace, are four pillars of any relation

still confused, what should i name? our relation,

You asked, 

who I am, I enjoy my social strata,

I answered , felt you deep, feels happy to talk, to walk with 

few balanced steps of my life,

To keep in my eyes,

Your picture in my eyeballs,

To write Ballads of love ,

my "lady love-feminine"

respect your feelings,

adore you, as a some one special in my life.

just i say, 

love and love prevails there nothing else.

in my ocean of love ,

By standing in your balcony you spell the words, that reach to me through the breeze which crosses by touching your soothing ear rings, 

ever enchanting face and dancing 

open black hair,

You, The moon drop

The devilish passion,

of mine,

My instinct, is to make you feel my warm kisses over, 

all yours sensual corners,

I relish, the thought of others, 

who come, across you 

should turn down 

You, can never ,

understand, 

my devilsh paassion,

You can not desire my warm kisses,

But you can't relish my love for you .

the moon drops.