Sweet sweat is the memory,
Walking dreaming of the last memory,
Jailed in empty taste of the creamy skin,
Lip unseen lips of a beauty I see,
Fear arrest my mind,
Fear to express the words that might take me into the world of love,
Pretty lips of her I dreamt of,
But I'm afraid to say the word of love,
Her face speaks beauty but her mind is a journey I know not,
But her lips I behold like saviour,
Afar I leap for joy,but when will I...