Piquant thought
creeps
Deep in to my mind
Showering all,
nonsense alive
In the dark of midday
life
Reserved heart when
beats
She walks down the
street
Full of passion and
emotions
Nay, I feel that a
revolution
In the puzzle of
right and wrong
Stands her memoir and
my songs
Sing her inner beauties
Clapping with thanks
to her vanity
Yet she never mind
for it
Flying high above my
dream kite
The winter goes,
comes summer
Who minds when love
matter?
Assuring words and
all smiles
Look like her red
nail polish
As bright as her
loving eyes
That shows what my
soul chases.
Mt trembling hands
moves down again
Melts the ice with
hurts and pain
Sorrows cover her
head and body
With snow dusts on her slippery cheeks