Love Within Love

When the shy beloved dig her whole body, and brought dough of the clay she had, added essence of beauty in it, extracted, from her long and silky hairs, from her dark brown eyes, from her apples like rosy cheeks, took waves from the valley of breasts, propagating all round the body, created by throwing a stone in the pool of body by two naughty hearts, sitting very close on a bank, nature took no time, to put the dough of clay, in a mold to become a doll. The beloved didn't waste the remaining clay, gathered and pasted it on her lips, the living and vibrating clay, became a smile of Mona Lisa. With a shy smile she said, "I am now carrying your child." The crazy lover then jumped on her feet, "Great! It's love within love."