Let us enjoy
The milk of love;
Doesn’t matter
Whosoever comes and serves.
The pages we write
In love we play,
Each moment we enjoy
With them we stay.
Every reveling moment pushes us
To the extreme of ecstasy;
We can’t even dare
To withdraw ourselves
From this known fantasy.
Death or lunacy
Sometimes
The result at last,
Love is here
To engulf
The lovers very fast.
