Some shreds of dry leaves were spreading around,
Native grasses which turned yellow, are ready to latent in the ground.
A twilight trek,
The young Liege with a red shredded attire,
Roaming the whole environs in his roadster.
Liege is now entirety enticed,
By the snappy arrival of the young damsel.
But the young damsel felt annoyed,
By the naggy treat of the Liege.
A love tale is flourishing and fetching some colors.
Something divine happened, like a wonder-inspiring and they become pairs.
One-day
The young Liege sets out for a tour.
Dame, alone in her axil, starts love-roar.
" A love confession afore you", dame is prinking.
"Oh, dear Liege, my vision is dimming,
I've raised a veil of pain in my eyes,
All of the clops of you, are now assembled with my sighs.
I can feel your savor everywhere,
Oh my dear.
It is just a love confession afore you.
The lid of the axil is now open for you,
A big clasp is waiting in the gateway just for you.
My heart is thrashing,
And I have to calm down as the blowing breeze is whispering,
The tiny cuckoo bee has surely some great tiding,
I'm wondering
As I'm done with my confessing".
©jawahara
J