feeling love

love

When someone utters the word sweet

All the shame of the world comes and fills the voice

Illuminated with colored lights, the surroundings are buzzing

Shining for no reason.

Even in the dark when the eye can see everything

The game of love is played with the eyes

Faded blackish red flowers

Colorful butterflies fly in braids

A fascinating history is written.

Even if Banalata Sen didn't have the dagger eyes

The description of love captures a living hooray

Although the existence of Hur finds in the imagination

The primal power of love is sought over and over again

He rushes to surrender himself.

A fountain of laughter flowed in the melted body of love even in a hungry stomach

The touch of the lover's warm lips sent a faint shiver

I feel incomplete in the air

Again a calm mind flies in the sky with Shimul.

Love does not mean worthy or unworthy or royal

Don't let her dirty beggar dress

The dream of love is the same color in the eyes

In the guise of brilliant initiative

Thoughts are reflected in feelings.

He hummed his voice and walked to the tune of the song

There is no idea whether it is harmonious or not

Just wants to tell about his victory

Is anyone listening to his music? Or mocking

He does not have the time and circumstances to see it.

He rushes to surrender himself completely

Runs to the center of his desire

He wants to catch all the breaths

Expressing feelings while under the guise of love.

He feels empty around him

All colors fade instantly

If you don't come close, smile sweetly

Aboltabol likes to think

Likes to say something forbidden

It's nice to hear something

Affectionately feeling in conversation with your heart.