Yes, Her I will marry
Cherry lips, with tastes of berry, Tight hips, with twists so merry, Beauty so deep, points more than Perry, Hungry for the lines, Yes, her I will marry. Skin softer than the softness of silk, Body whiter than the whiteness of milk, Fragrance sweeter than sweetness of Potpurri, Hungry for the lines, Yes, her I will marry. Hair lengthy, with the blackness of soot, Voice deep, with the likeness of meerkat, Walks lovely, swaying in her fancy stilettos, Hungry for the lines, Yes, her I will marry. And now I see with eyes serene, And dream big with glances extreme, If only we forever remained the same, To the end of us all, to the start of us all. Poem By Hudhaifah Siyad
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