See, your eyes lie; in views of lucifer, keep your
Concsience, he can puff up, the flame in you.
I have no spare time; to spend and more
Stay away, from sin in your flaming youth--
For your own privileges I' do
Even though, you may have more beloveds.
So then restore, your bosom or simply ignore
Through this fresh, like a daisy; wind of moore.
I am sending my mail, that would soon reach to your ears
I uncover my bosom, still I have to done more.
To make My childish dream, that halted in war years.
We all pass by bloody tyrant time, among your
Sweet friend's few became God's dears, while living in fears.
In the rural district areas; of unawares.