Object In My Phrase
She never realised the depth of my heart.
Until I didn’t offer my wishes as a chart.
As long as she enjoyed my taste of kind,
She developed my gesturing in her find.
Days and nights, a winter and summer,
She was passing it away as a dreamer,
Everyday she builds a dream to lock herself,
She fights to enjoy it with automatic self.
She expects nobody will come to interrupt,
Until her needs doesn’t offer her a joy gift.
She thinks to take bath in a cheerful pond,
She has her aim and objectives of a life bond.
She explains as sun grows and never delays,
She likes glamour as sunshine grows and displays.
I like to play as I am young, heat is my subject,
I chose very carefully that nobody can reject.
I like to play with fire; I love to fly in smoke,
I like to fly in air where nobody using a break,
My feelings and thoughts charged me always,
Enjoyment is my aim love is object in my phrase.
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