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I don’t imagine loving you

I do not imagine your tresses as they fall on your shoulders, I do not admire you overwhelmingly then although I do look but not with expressions of callous flirtations but of perhaps awe or maybe a mild appreciation what if i say this now that in my subconscious reality your presence has a beauty of its own mind you it is not really therapeutic or meditative but it does makes my head argue with my heart
I do look at your eyebrows when you are contemplative your eyes laugh when you do and i can gather the ripened moment

Few Love Haikus

a kiss marmalade of taste not able to recede
the taste your tresses wild abandon
final effort the peak sun shines brightly
a moan flight of ecstasy the morning smile