A Magical Lapse Of Love Poem by Tajalla Qureshi

The morning bells in the soft ears for so longing,
As it dwells in the heart for its belongings
The more it bells, the more it mingles and attracts
And swings in the middle for being reflect

Like a dress of lights and delights sent by Mavin
Ella's love rings high, as the melodies whisper
More than an ember of embrace slightly kisses her
Eyes with sweet honey from hives of heal

Seems, she seats between an orchard of Lillies
And reads the cozy letters of Young Mavin,
Moving fingers from the first letter to the end one
Pleasure is priceless and moments are in a bun

Mavin's fingers pour perfume on letters for her
With love lights and a fusion of fireflies as flur
Sending sensations of moonlight, as she strikes
Ella's eyes, tinny chin, and red cheeks are in likes

A sweet love song is written here with inner charm
And the fragrance of holiness hurries the warm
As holdups for years to come and clasps the urge
Mavin knows her eyes submerging the merge

Her heart profoundly shimmers the holy bouquet
Softness of honey weaves through the red bucket
Magical moves kindle the caves of darkness
Mavin's verses are the divine gowns of sweetness

Letters of love lapses to adore the heavenly decor
Speaking the silence to unveil the desires of pure
Dove dances, Love bounces, and heart wholes
Like a mild touch of cozy rose clasps with moles.