May warmth(Meera) in January cold

Em stopped her wanting not to miss
The looks of face of grandest kiss
Lovable, kissable, sure she is yes
Meera don’t loose charms U possess

Air port crew did’nt want to forget
How her sweet lips and kiss met
In January,it’s cruel winter cold
Watching her must be warmth to hold

Watching the beauty Meera aint sin
That’s how love begets for begin
Watching her sadly, must be true
With her out of sight,brings blue

The rose like lips,her apple cheeks
Kisses on them is all one seeks
If not kisses for rare the delight
Passports excuses R stops for sight

I wrote a poem on Meera before
Published yes, I write one more
Will she let me kiss her face
And her lips with love embrace