It is not the first nor second,
perhaps not the last when i got frustrated.
But only you who can hold me or tie.
Two eyes! yes, its your eyes,
certainly broken all of my imagination.
You just like a beacon in a dark path,
like a rose of very winter morning,
tears of joy,
smile of thousand reasons.
You are my own where i only belong.
You may denote it as a lame lie,
but heart! I would not stop keeping try!