Dark Charm...

You are the night’s passion

The moon craves for your light in night

The beauty you wear yearns by  life

You grow a charm that fades in the morning

Yet you hold those hearts who are passionate

You make acquaintaces and brutally forget

Love that you make your body manifest

Confine those marks to body only

For heart they are bruises which sting

For bosom they are caresses and tender touches

You  spring up warmth that breathes at bed

But once the night ends with sorrow your beauty befriends

Slowly and gradually your spell stales

The glistening sun make your face pale

And again in night you will pine away moon

For you are the charm that nurture in dark

So do not grow old and wait for night’s call