She can make this world,
Brighter than it seems.

With her mischievous smile,
She made my days.

In those winter days,
She is the frozen flake.

Which I dream of,
gently touching ones.

No matter how strong I'm,
She will always be my weakness.

All my beautiful dreams are,
Incomplete without her.

The best thing is nothing but,
We both have writing in our genes.

When she writes of her wounds,
I cure them with my scrawls.

When she scribble of her life,
I paint them with my dreams.

When I'm left with few words,
She connect her words with mine.

And she make it brilliant,
No matter how short it is.

The world may stand aginst,
So as everyone do.

But I will stand infront,
And make my girl shine bright.

She.


© Zayan