there's something that makes me this way
wandering,
lost,
in a world of our very own.

I can't truly expound it,
but really want to try
maybe it should be this way
& you shall not cry.

and how those clouds hold the rain,
and how the Sun reflects the perfect scenery,
you carefully keep me in vain,
illuminating those image of beauty, auxiliary.

thank you for the days
we shouldn't forget,
gratitude been told
intensely ******.

i don't mind being intoxicated
by the love
-you dictated.

don't ever stop & never cease.
for my love for you will never decease.
and that's a promise
I guess, will forever keep.