Crimson Lips

No words to make a start
The way she teases me,
Feeling she gives my heart,
Minutes faster than seconds

Never have, mind lost its focus
Never have, food become distasteful
All now, after that kiss
From those Crimson Lips!

Pulling me closer than ever
Sealing my senses over
Taste that no fruit gives
immortalizing elixir it is!

Never had, a distracted attention
Never had, an eternal addiction
All now, after that kiss
From those Crimson Lips!

The Poem - A Soliloquy

You may call me a poem
Not for my Author I'm
A betrayal to the language.
But Him I blame for what I'm!

Compiled to deliver a message
Yet never a chance to serve.
Words I carry is so simple
But the meaning obscure!

Never I know the reason,
Never I asked Him why!
The reason for my existence,
The message bestowed upon me.

Not for His lady or a friend,
Scribbled me with none in mind!
With shame I stood While
Praised and proud He be.

Burn me now Oh I beg!
Let it be my martyrdom!
I plea for end not in fag
But in respect for a true poem!