Tears Over The Pot Poem by immanuel santos

I love to watch you smiling,
i love much when you’re at me staring-
i could tie your lovely hair
i could chop even your veges,
I could boil and steam them while your laughing.

But your laugh seems cries many times,
I would love to trace those tears-
tears of time,
tears that demeanor your fears,
tears that perish in time passes by.

You're not a knight to lit a fight,
I will be a knight-
knight of your sorrows,
knight of your crows,
knight to hold a sword slashes the sinister in the night.

I once thought of you,
not once,
but many times,
yet im barely naked that your eyes,
eyes that shred with sullen face,
eyes in the past of emptiness,
eyes that veil with unkept shadows.

I have a feeling of ardous knowing you,
like a soup you’re simmering is sweet as you-
salad with Italian sauce or mayonnaise as you do,
others that you cook shape your world taste like you,
the knight is happy in tears and amuse to love you.