Too Much
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The rhythm with which
You flutter your eyelids
An arrow of love goes in
To the heart and it bleeds
The soft dance your lips
Perform when you speak
I go mad thinking from me
A passionate kiss they seek
The bunch of hair you tie
In to a bun upon your head
If I can’t put a flower there
It would for sure make me sad
The ruddy cheeks that glow
Like petals washed in dew
If you let me caress them I
Would have remorse but a few
Copyright @Tiku 09/10/2015
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