Makeup

She has no deficiency in her beauty, No need of making up anything, The virgin is free of all ugliness, She is beauty only beauty, She is charm only charm, She is cold in the hot and warming days, She is warm in the cold shivering wet nights, She shines like the sun, She shines like the moon, And when she smiles, Stars swim and float in the blue ocean, Like sexy mermaids, And the blue umbrella, Filled in with a wine of delicious love, How she keeps it intact! But she sees that love is scare and casual, And the earth is thirsty of raining love, Showers of wine then fall on the souls, And the cold and static, Is drunk, and active like a handsome youth, And turned into fire, And the flames of love, For the ice to bath, Then asks the ice to be hot and melt, And the ice is melted, like the wax, And water is turned into hot steam, The heart then opens, Her kissing eyelids. She doesn't need a makeup for her at all, But she makes up us with a lovely call. (I read a poem by Geetha Jaykumar, therein she wrote that she disliked lipstick. I started writing poem on a woman who dislikes makeup, I don't know how I started describing the virgin of nature. It often happens with me)