May so be it
Life will be it
Love will also be it
Music will sing it
Rituals will be a part of it

I wish i was born in the old days,
Greatly about how they look, when
Work with knowledge that makes the
They all have many sense than one
I wish i was an endowed poet then,

When Pavarotti plays
On a timeless streak
And emotions flares
To caress lips and
Tongues swimming

How will thine love as handful,
is it as hate would make a flare?
Heart would be burned into dark as
But some will bare to inhale
The smell.

Now, as you may have seen
When old, young or when with
Someone as days and weeks goes on,
I do not know how our love is shap
I do not know what my coming will

Life could spike your drink
Love could stab your heart
Feelings could blame your tears
Money could pay for less
Attraction could buy your sight

My glasses are filled
And your cups are
Starting to overflow
With patience and
I will help

You would
Notice I
Always
Use I
Before you,

Don’t fret
As long as you are still breathing
My words will never be short of br

Many had played this game like a c
A mouse, we once played the game b
Drained and emotionally out of dep
The game hates to differ and knows
Fight for this game and be careles