Sometimes
it starts
From
the lines of your forehead
Through
your eyebrows
Over
the bridge of your nose…
It
even starts from your pulsating temples
Around
your reddened earlobes
Across
your coloring cheeks…
At
times
It
starts from your eyes
Like
a leaf
Falling
from a tree…
Many
a times
It
begins from your fingers…
Other
times
From
your lovely toes…
There
are so many paths
I
follow
To
your lips
But
the one I love most
Is
the one that begins
From
my home
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