When I am young
My mum be proud of me
As I grew up with vision dreams
Who knows the source?
Soon, As the foliage grow
I travel aloof out my court
Verisimilitude of life forced my knee down
The adonis pulchritude grows brown
Infact, the worsen was the sore in my heart
I had gone to buy the luxurious flowers
Beeping the tone of a pinky hue
So cool with its adinfinitum scents
But the vessel I want to plant it
Has been won by another arms
Hairy arms! Yank holding it firm
It is wasted! All my chances
I wish it a luminous glazing forever
While in his arms, You dance
Don't fall, else you break
I rejig the flower to my physician
As a ransom to heal my wound


St. Ylexinho