Under the red and black coats from the open sacks,
Screening at our memories together,
You linking my arm and I doing the same,
Was it wrong?

Dark chocolate deepen into the dreamy drowsy,
I sinked into. I'm lost. Confused.
I cannot forget those peachy lips
that appears so mouth watering to resist
Is it wrong?

Is it wrong that I feel miracle when I sense your presents
Is it weird I miss your touch
Of encouragement when I had doubt

A sea of black silk that flows through the wind
Brushes onto your magic of a personality as
You shine like the brightest diamond       which the richest women wouldn't hesitate of grabbing hold of

The beauty of wanting to be with you every single day.
Thinking of you...
What's wrong with wanting you
I just want you to be mine

All mine.