Of all the wonder of our lands
The rise of sun, the nocturn looming
I wish I could look at your hands
that hold my soul so consuming
your inks find meanings in my head
awaking blooming myriad of image
through maze of trash
I keep your thread
can't help myself but delving deeper
into the waters of unknown
I'm carried away with stream
Winning my heart is not your goal
Yet You Somehow Make Me Steam