Poetry 32

Stop being so sweet,
Sweetening my lips with yours.

Stop being so picturesque,
For this heart paints your beauty day in and out.

Stop talking so enchanting,
For they echo in my ears even when quiet.

Stop your fingers,
For they tickle even when you are gone.

Stop your hairs,
For they keep teasing my face relentlessly.

Stop not your love,
For that is the fuel that drives my life.

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