I called you out with a song,
With tunes calling whom I long,
I could play this all day long,
To see you smile for life long.

were his eyes used to shine whenever he looked at me?
because when I face him- his eyes would gleam in excite,
those eyes that weirdly glisten across the street light,
just though nothing seems to be wrong  tonight,
but if I would bring up how you look at my smile,
you would avoid these beautiful eyes right now, see?

Harmony does make love pure.
Thoughts drew that I am yours,
Of course, there is I who is waiting.
But this lovely night is slowly waving.

And I will let you know for sure,
That I'm not trying to lure you.
But our moons look like they're reshaping,
So why don't I dance you to as I cling?

Threads do run fast,
and I have come a long way.
I felt that I gave everything a rush,
But I did come a long way, I say.

The one that my heart's beat,
It is one longer and finer thread,
Maybe I haven't been content with these,
This, of who I keep on sharpening ahead.

The thread does run fast.
I knitted through the end of the cloth,
Just for me to turn back,
And finish a masterpiece I always sought.

She is an eloquent of delicacy,
Who turn and nod along the wind,
Graceful of her as it already is,
That her loft shifted just to her fit.

Cared for all the enamored pieces,
Of left rounded petals colors of blue.
She shall eventually leave me with a crease,
Yet stays 'till there is a glaring moon.

partial of what his world revolved,
believed a culture of what beholds,
every heart has availed to his hands
of countless souls that he intertwined.

a cupid played the lyre in genteel,
rather than his usual mystic bow and arrow,
the sweet sound of what he fancies,
a pursuit that he finally found refuge.

this carve that I rarely see,
the flaw and woe of woven fine,
made for such soul divine,
of one's still guarding of fear.