Several times tried to keep this paradox
In my poesy but do my words has that worth
To write you in mere a poetry?
The spirit you have very chaotic,
A living havoc runs through your veins,
Your sight so mischievous but a fetching
Desire to hold the stars in yours eyes brighter
Than any flame.
The rising sun, chirping of creatures, tides of
ocean resemble the soul you have,
Maybe the adjectives I'm writing not have that
Worth to tell how unique...