Your eyes drips of love and pain
Lips of wine so poisonous
The face as deceptive as the snow
Oh.. Enchantress you seduce me.

The pleasure of forbidden fruits
And sweetness of immortal nectar
You cover them with the flour of pain
And gift it as a desert of life

The toping of the beauty you add
With goblets of mortal love
And the grace of care and cheer
Oh.. Enchantress you seduce me…

Poems and articles by Dr Haroon Ashraf ©

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