I count stars in the moonlit night,
Each and every star gonna recite,
about your entralling elegance.
But wait! what give them resistance?
What I discover, genuinely I can't undo.
Come to me as a bolt from the blue.
Your sainted body lies on the brown,
Can't resist my tears rolling down.
You're not just Bonafide love of my mind,
You're an infatuation, now resigned.
Now what's gonna happen to me?
Calling up the day of two cups of tea....