It is midnight, and the silence is deafening.
I think of you, and I find myself smiling.
Just the thought of you gives me the chill.
Now that you are sad, I feel ill.
So please, lighten up if you will?

Need I to compare your smile to the morning sun that shines brightly?
Or the feeling I have, when I talk to thee?
Or your eyes that amazingly captivated me?
Tell me if so and I shall let you see,
how your little things fills me up with flea.

We met on such short notice.
Even the expressions I have is still a novice.
But do not fear, for our talks shall be my hobbies.
and I will always be beside thee, that I can promise.