Like the moon in a diamond flash, your beauty overwhelms the aching of my heart, as the dawn captivates the birds in singing harmoniously as you wake with a smile on the right side.
Treasures are measured, yet are you the pleasure I treasure without any measure.
Little in the hands of the old, so do I feel when your arms surrounds me in the weather so cold.
Let’s play to tell, so we don’t fell like the trees for papers in the hands of the wood fellers.
Kill me with your smile, but bury me in the down pour of your heart so I don’t become like the lyes in a dog’s eye.
I wish to tell you many words, but none is lovely when you’re miles away from me, yet I wonder how they still make you lively at the other end of life.
World Apart, Hearts as 1 shall we be till the moon kisses the sun.