WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

HUT OF LOVE 
She was in a fortitude of hilariousness,
Within a flow of nectar from her beauty,
When she entered inside my hut of love,
A gorgeous vision, insight came to mind,
Eyes were so twinkling in moods twilight,
A dancing figure and reflection of love,
To haunt, to enclose, and way-lay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A spirit, yet a great Poetess too...
Her domestic motions light and free,
And steps of liberty; love and romance
To tolerate in which we both get together
Adorable moments, promises as cute;
A soul too bright, good and loveable,
A Being inhalation thoughtful breath,
A lonely traveller between life and death;
The motive firm, the pleasant will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Poetess, graciously intended,
To caution, to console, and grasp;
And yet a courage still, and bright
Carried by the lust of angelic delight.
She was a spirit of cheerfulness,
A flow of nectar in poetry...
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI