Gold erupts violently from her crown
And falls onto her shoulders
Never controlled, her hair amuses me.
I love to see her in her doings..
In action of working on her new stuff
Or fixing the jeans at her ankle
To see her walk upstairs towards me
Or when she throws herself onto the grass


Her every action grants me an image of my absence
And in my emotions I am irresponsible
In my actions I restrain myself heavily
While I overflow with affection

I know she wants to hear it
But this is not the way she's meant to be loved
Not just for moments of my picking
And It's not in shame that I admit I'm not the one.