It is a quarter to four before I go working, While you are witnessing evening's crowning. I would love to watch the sunset with you, But we have thirteen hours apart to go through.
I always tell myself I have inspired wisdom, Yet I don't know how love will survive in materialistic kingdom. I will just lose everything in humanity, For forever is for one Divine Entity.
Your heartfelt joy is having the same morning; I am still blinded that success is my blessing. Let fate worry about our birthrights; Together we will bring individuality to new heights.
The merchant's son never thought he would create another poem, For your passion's insolence lit his way home. You made him face a piece of his fear, A fear of gloating that this love story might shed a tear.
Looking forward that nine thousand miles will find its way, Hoping that the coordinates will never go astray. If love is a crime, We already defied the laws of time.
It's quite incoherent, I have just started again. I feel a bit rusty