WILLIAMSJI MAVELI POEM

Petals soft, in twilight's kiss,
Unfolding secrets, purest bliss.
A symphony of scarlet hues,
In the garden of beauty, she'll enthuse.

Cherry lips, a tempting rhyme,
Echoing through the corridors of time.
Each word a note, a sweet caress,
A sonnet is written in passion's excess.

Juicy orbs, like summer's delight,
A taste of dreams in the moon's soft light.
As she walks, a graceful dance,
Cherry lips, a lover's trance.

In the pageant of grace, she stands,
A goddess among mortals, life's demands.
Cherry fruit, a symbol of allure,
Her essence pure, forever endure.