Your departure kept me in lovelorn.
Am I of tears born?
Whenever I behold your face
I find no place to trace.
Should I trace the Indians.
Indians are but ordinary comedians.
Your smile drive me crazy.
To let you go means I'm lazy.
Anytime I view your fine figure
I vowed "our love I must secure"
You will always be my beautiful lily
that often drive me silly.
My strength,my comfort,my prize.
Love gleams in your glittery eyes.
Yet you don't want to be my crony.
It is an unbelievable
irony.
To separate was never your wish.
It was friends and relatives that dish me out without a cause.
But they don't want theirs to pause.
With deep love,we will offer them back.
Then happiness we shall never lack.
But if you claimed so shall it be
then remove the love seed you sow in me.
Of which you can't,it has mature.
It was bestowed by nature.
We grew up with the seed.
So please be my beautiful bead.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:25 AM UTC
Your departure kept me in lovelorn.
Am I of tears born?
Whenever I behold your face
I find no place to trace.
Should I trace the Indians.
Indians are but ordinary comedians.
Your smile drive me crazy.
To let you go means I'm lazy.
Anytime I view your fine figure
I vowed "our love I must secure"
You will always be my beautiful lily
that often drive me silly.
My strength,my comfort,my prize.
Love gleams in your glittery eyes.
Yet you don't want to be my crony.
It is an unbelievable
irony.
To separate was never your wish.
It was friends and relatives that dish me out without a cause.
But they don't want theirs to pause.
With deep love,we will offer them back.
Then happiness we shall never lack.
But if you claimed so shall it be
then remove the love seed you sow in me.
Of which you can't,it has mature.
It was bestowed by nature.
We grew up with the seed.
So please be my beautiful bead.
