Many times I take my time to adore your glamorous looks
And nonetheless my vibrant retinas are lost in the aura of your caesura and without much ado I am comprised in the trance of your baby-packed fragrance
You really would not know how it looks to see a complete beauty like you in a world so down-casted like the ancient cultures
Your fruity smile is crisped by the sonority of your voice. I am covetous of your infrastructure and i really get lost in the map of your rechargeable smile.
In your occasional hug is a vocational mystery that poetic lines cannot convey
More warm than the night fire is a close rapport with you
It really incubates my mind than the hot plates of a morning rice before sunrise.
Do you remember to ask the mirror on the wall how you look?
Seeing your face is an every morning deadline that must be met…
The moment you smile at these comics, the nearer the eternal eternity.