Lips Of Her Poem by Luminous Chama

There sprang fair lips that sung,
‎A voice from the idle lips that ne'er sung,
‎‘Twas a day the lips of her sung,
‎A beautiful fervid day brought by her—I was among,
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‎Lips that glisten'd,
‎I adored and to her divine voice from her sweet lips I listen'd,
‎Truest, a maiden of so,
‎Mine sight in haste to fall in love with such maiden, it did saw,
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‎Lips bare—undress'd, cloth'd in skin of rare,
‎Beauty born full but on the lips mostly there,
‎Her lips I stare,
‎In this thought, ah, such fair rare,

‎With lips of hers—beauty she has, this adoration could ne'er be o'er,
‎Rejoicing th' moments I saw her. Cease not mine sight in this delight, and my adoration of such lips ne'er o'er,
‎Lips' dazzle untainted by mundanely haunted,
‎To perceive, and sure rare fancy I forever wanted,
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‎Such serene seen at her—a star that speaks,
‎Such beauty no sight peeks,
‎Such gorgeous that sits on a face so calmly like light in sight,
‎That these eyes lov'd and mine hand loves to write.