She chews with her mouth wide open
While she consume you with her talk...

Her long flowing night gown
Midnight black in color...

Oh thank you
For my special few...

Her two crossed arms
Go round and round...

In the World of a cricket
Life is a strain...

Never have i seen a fly
With so many eyesights...

Like snowprints
Pressed into snow...

If i was a flower
In your rose garden...

You take two hearts
That is the bread...

If i was a sparkle
In your eye...

Like beads of sweat that cling to you
I am but laced in that morning dew...

The odds stacked against us
Slim chance at that...