I’m craving
A hot summer day,
A scorching nape-of-the-neck
Kind of day,
Soothed by chlorine-blue waters.
An anxiously hot toes on pool tiles
Kind of day,
Where my inner child can play

I cannot dance
But I've danced
I cannot sing
But I sang
I cannot play
But I've played
I cannot write
But I wrote

Never play with heart
As it hurts as a sword
And in deep down the heart
The pain felt is so hard
Than a bleeding wrist

Never gamble for flirt
As things may get worst
By breaking their trust
And while doing so much lust
You will be booked
Or cooked
By so much hate
Also will lose the worth
Of their great heart

Never play with strings
As it seems as a guitarist’s wings
And from heart to heart
Strings can depart
If not played with good spirit
And when you put it in your cart
With all your ***** mind crust

Never play with wings
Let them fly where they wish
Never compel to make it yours
As love is not a lake
Filled with full of crocodiles

Love is like a flower bud
Give enough water and care
And see the love of hearts
Which can be a bed of rose

Respect others feelings
As of yourselves
And see the world
Like a nest of zest
Which can be filled
With true love and care
And with the immense pleasure
It can blossom everywhere

From hearts to hearts
And to miles to miles
Make a way that smiles
With all your hearts
Which is being so kind
As a divine light
Is so bright

I see you in music
notes are steps
closer to you
press play and
we never pause

Tell me all your Beliefs
And I'll never make a shift