She speaks in sugar, laughs like spring,
With eyes that dance and softly sting.
A gentle rose with hidden thorns,
She teases hearts, then leaves them torn.
Her smile is warm, a sunlit glaze,
Yet veils a hundred puzzling ways.
A whisper sweet, then steps away—
She loves the game, not those who play.
@sweetie Chowdary
With eyes that dance and softly sting.
A gentle rose with hidden thorns,
She teases hearts, then leaves them torn.
Her smile is warm, a sunlit glaze,
Yet veils a hundred puzzling ways.
A whisper sweet, then steps away—
She loves the game, not those who play.
@sweetie Chowdary