The beauty of your face is glittery.
Your white teeth sparkle like the winter's snow.
Your figure possess God's best pottery.
The whole of you is just a shout of wow.

A man you kisses with the sweetest lips of yours,
will never want to let you go at all.
Your **** caress wipes away all bores.
On head of yours,no man get tire to brawl.

But truly,I will never marry you.
Depart from me! I do not like your ways.
To God Almighty do you often boo.
Your inner character doesnt really pays.
     (To Youngmen)      
Don't fall in love satisfy your eyes.
Don't marry *** or beauty, be you wise!

After centuries of reverie―
a dream breaks, falls
like a mirror in ink, splintering
into thousand thoughts. Somewhere
words start flying.

Oh god!
your feet of clay are crumbling.
I wanted to write a new script
on your body,
slashing my wrists.

How much the truth was
lying? Ask the shades alluding
to moon. Patchy and opaque
in forest of maple, I was counting
the red-lobed leaves.

Your eyes were telling a
soulful tale. On beach were
sitting some youngmen in a row in orange jump
suits waiting to meet
their gods.