Sending You The Apex, Beheaded.
Please Take Care.
Sending you my head beloved,
Shearing from the torso,
Please take care.
Once a viewer of the visage,
You euphonised lovingly,
A coward, failed to dare that day.
So, sending you the top today, cut.
Decorated with a pack of gift neatly
And a card, declaring “Love you”,
It hopes to provide you everything
Once you desired for,
The death damp, saliva or tears.
You will get back the creviced beak,
And would witness every token in the chopped nob,
How the storms were aroused,
Levins waved and immersed were the ships,
All in your dalliance,
Do not you worry please,
I shampooed before dispatching.
There is no scope left for turning up the nude,
Bearing a low born saline cock.
To behold you forever,
I transmitted untied lids,
Pour some eye drops.
To unwrap, apply much delicacy,
As I sent the mouth, ripped up.
Never forget to feed with my favorites,
Like non veg followed by single malts in the evenings.
Remember to place the piece in your lap
Or to play the guitar in time of singing.
In every sixth month allot a facial,
Smear it with dusts of sandal.
Plant a kiss in the lips,
In every dawn, waking,
And before sleep calls for drowning.
Close both of my lids when the moon comes out,
Light keeps me awake, you know.
Still your love is insane.
I sent you my apex sweetheart,
Tearing from the frame,
Inform about the receipt,
The Card contains mobile number, too.