You fiddle with colors and make them bloom
Like cherry blossoms in a dismal room
You stitch the tatters and make it work
Into a masterpiece of various quirks.

You see the world as styles and hues
An artist mixing her reds and blues
To create a lilac sky with a sun that sets
Into a supernova skyline where flamingos nest.

You must keep that passion and hold it dear
As it burns away many doubts and fears
If Midas' touch turns all things to gold
You make lifeless objects into stories told.

A week of your absence
Set in my soul a loud silence.
I get weak and sick,
I get lost and totally frantic.

How I wonder what it could be,
My days without you my loving pea,
My heart  bit gets quite strange,
When this thought comes from a range

See me on your way home from school,
How I look out of place yet cool,
As i wait for you to appear ,
Just to touch your palm as they watch us at the rear.

Whenever I miss out  as I usually does,
After all my trial and err means pass,
My heart gets wounded and lonely.
It in turn invite me to your  home finally.

Sometimes I hate my fishy hunts,
But for you it doesn't matter what comes  ,
After all I am risking for my joy.
My soft and  sweet source of joy.

My heart is jailed  by your love,
The other day I got a chance  though tough,
I rejected instantly that filthy deal,
For I feared that my angel could fall out for real  .

Hear I sit  desperately decided ,
Memo I hope u stay unmoved,
And forever see your love soldier in learns,
sure and I swear you are in the safe hands.