Heart runs wild
Breathings become fast
Flowers are exchanged
Till the meetings last;

Eyes look inebriated
As fingers touch hands
Those who object
Are ceased to be friends

Body feels heavy
With fancy shoes and dresses
Powered face glistens
Around coloured eye-lashes;

A few sessions
Of making fun in the bed;
A brief period of separation
And they go mad:

The sweat smell bad
As nights of passion shrink;
They feel that the potion of love
They can no more drink;