Love doesn’t exist

With buds of Fragrance

Where I cleanse my soul by shipping love

Your jubbly girl

Spoiled of your shipping love

Eloquent of your voice

Caress my earlobe with sweet bites of a long night

Where you spoiled me

By your shipping love

Love doesn’t exist

With blossom of spring

Where I lost in you and want to immerse in you

Spoiling my days and night

With your shipping love

                                ~Heerdhya Hiranyasakii

                           India