Priyanshi Mehta Blogs
Ravishing You
As I walk by in that field of roses,
I spot thee, a rose thyself
Hath a rose that much strength for the toil
Thou doth? I see thy ripened bosom,
Among the flowers blossom
I see thy crimson lips,
And thy curved hips
From the toil, thou art worn,
Thy hands; cut and torn,
As the blossoms dance in the air;
So doth your golden, wavy hair
Just like the petals of the roses soft;
Art thy cheeks, white like frost
Thy ugly rags embody
Thy gracious body
As my eyes fall upon thee,
I doth not keep sane
Thy sight yet givest me
The balm to this pain
Thou to my heart art the dove
Is this what they call to be in love?
You my girl..!
Shine the way you do…
Be as ravishing as your poem ..my love🌈
Thank you soo much love ❤❤
👍👌👏👑🤩
Thanks 💖
U write the heart out……♥️
Thank you so much ❤💜
It was really soothing.. Keep up the good work! 😊❤️
Thanks dear 😘😘