Your eyes are in bliss,
from the brightness of your smiles
will carry the winds,
as so breath of your lungs
wrote poetry,
from every word from your lips
were to be a pen,
as ink spilled in emotions
spoken in bury,
to you,
I am genuine.
Your eyes are in bliss,
from the brightness of your smiles
will carry the winds,
as so breath of your lungs
wrote poetry,
from every word from your lips
were to be a pen,
as ink spilled in emotions
spoken in bury,
to you,
I am genuine.