O, The free flying heart..
Be courteous, be careful..
With the gun of love in hand, on a hunt,
The prince of a stateless kingdom is here.
Salute him, the free flying heart is here.
it’s parts are broken, the heart is in bad shape.
Somebody pick it up, the heart is a roadside sellable..
I am single, would not do such a mistake
as to put a glass toy in the feet of some beautiful girl..
The poor heart is penniless, there is only stumbling in its fate..
The fragile simple heart keeps on breaking..
Salute him, the free flying heart is here.
Last night an English lady, adorned with stars,
She was like some moon in a silk shawl, standing tall..
I un-knitted the moon, and a secret came out
That in the sky there is a hole the size of my pocket..
I don't have much money but still there is a smile on my lips
I will sell for millions maybe Half or something of my heart..
Salute him, the free flying heart is here.
© Miti@....