Through empty bottles I stare at the midnight blue,
Though tossing and turning, nothing stops me thinking about you,
My heart is pounding harder than the crickets' chirp,
My love is redder than the veins my blood caresses,


I grab my brown cotton coat, and stumble for you
The Monday's weather is colder than an ice bath,
But the thought of you makes me warm,
The smiles you curve make me bend,
With careful diligence I refrain from the gate bells,


Your room glows from the moonlights and the candle wicks,
I crouch beneath the barbered wire and scratch my coat,
Why do anxieties churn within my sacred bosom?


Oh the beauty of your imperfectly designed frame!
Oh the wonders of watching you in the silence!
Whatever it is that you do,
That you do is all I love staring you do,


Can you hear these cooing echoes
From the flutes of parrots?
Do you hear when I say I love you
Through the lips of...