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