Your pensive pen that is filled with honeyed thoughts,
Inks in my bossom with nectarous qoute;
Your marmalade of love flavors my heart;
Your luscious words blossom in my ardour's pot.
As the ruby roses blossom
In the inner field of my bosom,
Allow my potpourri of best wishes
Perfume you with celestial bliss;
As I gaze to the boundless sky
Of lovers' starry dream,
From the lulling solitary bench
Under the tranquilizing tree of whim;
We can make history,
Explore the world beyond boundary,
We can soar the unlimited sky;
Spread our wings and fly.
Flood in the city,
Noise of a crying baby,
Have your pen And notebook with you,
Tote it wherever you may go,
To indite the events of time;
Make spontaneous flow of lines,
I'll soar above the storms of life,
Won't quit 'til I win over the fight;
Find strength through my mystic eyes,
Have feast in the heart of rainbow sky.
Dreamer of tomorrow; painter of my own dream;
Bearer of my own torch, praying for a flame;
Simple yet artistic; simplicity is my art;
Lonely cowboy; a man with a fragile heart.
Curse not this lovely land of mine,
Pull not the trigger and I'll be fine,
Drink and eat with me in the table of brotherhood,
Love is served as the most nutritious food.