Kirthi and the porter bottles

Not all of them are like you, Kirthi. You are a basil, and another a lily. Some dew allows for conversation. The brunette is a lily, but the blonde is a tune. In the sea of ​​songs, full. Women are bottles of beauty. Hanging their voices are boats in seas. Some of their gentleness is some of their affection. They are a dilemma. They are patience, flattery, and injustice. On the standing chambers, they are the shining candles on dark nights. Rubies descend, in verse from their announced rhymes. Sorry, I poured out my love. A melody. Open letters for the young ladies. From the ladies of the house. This is my wide world, celebrating the delightful melody and the brimming rhymes.