My Cleopatra

Beauty of the beloved

Beauty of yours doesn’t let me lie,

Breathtaking eyes seem to be galloping,

No sense of fear even when to die,

To feel your lips with mine, yearning.

 

No matter what come may,

We will not go back,

But display courage to everything say,

The unique courage that others lack.

 

The aroma of yours is making me feel numb,

An airborne message to embrace, you being dumb.