When on back in bed,
A woman is lovable.
When driven to be a meek
spectator,
She is still more lovable.
When her word turn to murmur,
Her eyes are sealed with
lashes,
Red doll limbs adjust
voluntarily,
And sleep penetrates to inner
nerves,
Thus driven to swoon,
A woman is the most lovable.
22.11.2002
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