You youthful girl
my modest sister
your smile warms me
like a ruby red pearl

will you talk to me thrice,
will you spare me another minute
for I gather my  bravery slowly
to emphasize on your weakness
but not make use of you

If only could I
create you a smile
or a spark in the eyes
and share a piece of felicity

or will my gazes go unseen
leaving you rightfully free
perhaps just a fog
of these dreams
angeldust in a death scene