Just sitted like a poet in his last days
Rays of the morning sun penetrating into my Hut,
I see reflections of you and me.
Those eyes that you posses spoke more than You did
They made my heart ache to love
The youth in Me came to life
The Rosy sheen of seventeen filled me.
I wanted to let you know I could care
This whole world about you....
Shall I compare thee to a sweet fragrance in the air or
The freshness of the early morning wind?
For you made me commit the deadliest of all
Sins when I said
'I swear to God thou art a walking angel....
I will write about your beauty' description until
the pen runs dry.'
You truely are .......the tray of eggs
Which they hold with both hands
So calm, so dedicated, so beautiful.....
That tolerates lovely-dear-poor me..
Baby just come back to me
After you, I don want to love again
For I the son of woman
Will have accomplished the Golden rule of Love
'To love you, my neighbour, so deeply as myself'
And I will dwell in contentment forever.