Heart beats and fingers press,
Music resounds- the keys I caress.
A burning sensation I do discover,
In my dark-pitted stomach- all is a blunder.
I know a girl with golden locks,
She never knew they shined.
Often, I smile and often, I talk,
I let her feel laughs, never pain.
Why do I miss- every rainfall of smiles
Accounted- the passions eyes let wild,
Yielding not Love’s leaking fluidity,
‘Til Love sees I’m blind…? It acquitted me-