Sharp and silent on Sunday morning,
Love is not a string where people can swing,
Along the way line as we treads to reach where our souls can sing,
A costly stuff stands to view,
Who's about to grab my emotional preview;
As we all share a bunch of smile,
A costly wait and surprised to win her style,
Round-baked eyes so charming,
Her hair curls nor lose but plat in normal way,
Raper's so unique and tied short;
He snatched his glass and intend to view as much,
She turned my proposal and believe in slosh
That felt me deep in the ocean of love,
His flashed colour and...