My letter... Hariye jaoa The old brown book(my diary) Erasmos....... Peace.....

purpled evening....

Like the Beauty of the Dawn;

She is white as a Swan...
The Curvy Eyebrows of her bright Blue retina...;
Is incomparable in the whole arena....
She is having a sharp and tilted nose..;
Her Gait is the best, wherever she goes...
She is having Reddish cheeks...;
Can mesmerize, whoever seeks....
Her lovely cheeks,her flowing black hair..;
Is initiating everyone to stare..
Her sweet forehead was seeking her Man...;
Waiting for Him till she can..
She is Blushing,she is red.....;
Thinking "For me",He is made...
Her flowing White Dress;
Have the might to Impress...

He came in a black Attire;
Having a Spark of flame and fire..
She was genial,he was calm..;
Something like a Romantic Psalm....;

Roses in palm...Everywhere is serene and calm...
Waiting for the silent evening...;
now they are giving..
"Heart,Soul,Passion,Emotion and Ecstasy"
Showing an ardent joy to merge in the near Destiny....

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