Solid rocks and pebbles;
barefoot and naked eyes.
The breeze of the sea touch upon his skin.
A smell of your den-- coming from a nine-mile yon away.
As he calls thy name- you left him with another thorny mile away.
You made him run so far away--
up and down into your lovely glen.
As he reaches the lea and saw a brae.
And his naked eyes turn into a serene sea.

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

I dreamed about you
I thought it's was real--
I thought we're wearing
a crescent moon again.
But the time I woke up it all fades
and I wish I can go to sleep again
and dream about you, my little witch.

Dawn is near, my love -- I hope I can see you for another sunrise.
Shine like a sun smile like a moon.

Hey, my little witch; a curse that is too much to handle.
We gonna live with it forever the mark of it will remind us.
How horrible this curse made us separate. How I wish this rainbow between us makes you smile.
O my Alizea, I hope you'll make an amazing and wonderful life.
It ***** that sooner or later your laugh will cease to exist but always lives inside my heart.
This isn't a poem anymore how I wish I can make you another lovely poem.
Just like what I always said, " Love is still superior".
I hope you love yourself more than you love me.
I promise if ever our heart meets again-- We will do all our promises together.
For now, live a life without a curse tingling inside your heavenly soul.
May we bloom and meet again, my little witch.

Love is a big lie-- no one wants to die with you nor can accept your nightmare self. Dark side sky, the troubling sea-- reflects the light of a rumbling sky at three. Terrible thee-- drinking a cold coffee in the mid of autumn twenty-twenty. Your watch becomes blurry because of a cold-breeze of the bitter eve.