Tipped toe-ly <br />Dusk droops, <br />Plays with <br />Naive teen. <br /> <br />She fills up <br />Stoic beech wood <br />With rustle and sigh. <br /> <br />Ripples whisper <br />O’ teen <br />Do you hear: Love? <br />From moon. <br /> <br />Teen bewildered <br />Say what; She..? <br /> <br />Love had pored, she- <br />On Romance Point, <br />Fragrance smeared <br />Feet of <br />Her…? <br />She quests for!<br /><br />Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/romance-point-4/
