Blood, as it passes,
Through the veins, into the heart.
Its speed suddenly rises, when I see her,
And the heart starts beating fast.
Those tousled hair strands,
That falls over her face
Makes me understand,
Her captivating beauty along with her grace.
She is a Fear,
She is a Sweetheart.
She is Strength,
That blooms life’s every part.
I looked up in the sky,
So huge it was, one can lose in its infinity,
I wondered, however,
How do her tiny eyes manage to do that?
A tiny fear still crumbles,
In her spacious, loving heart.
What if someone sees us?
Will it be bad or not?
I say to this,
The World has eyes, let them see.
Without any critics,
What fun lies in publicity?
The future is bright,
You need to believe me.
And stop making assumptions,
They are like the branches of a chopped tree.
It was just yesterday,
So alluring it was when you sat across on that chair.
Soon you went away, and all that was left was,
The empty chair and your reflection.
I feel the shortage of words,
But I think I have said enough.
Still there’s not a feeling of completion?
Sadly, you have to wait until the new edition.