I know a lady
Fresh and youthful she remains
Never have I seen a sign of malady
Pure with no stain she maintain
She has a necklace of joy
Clinging tenaciously to her neck
That attracts any boy
Tempting him to give a peck
She is a lady most pretty
The other part of man
Never going witty
A specie wholly woman
A caring and concerned one she is
Eager to know area of aberrations
Ready to devote her time for ease
Full of compassions
I know this lady I lie not
Very few know her the way I do
Its like in the horizon an approaching dot
That sends me high like the effects of a tornado
I love this lady I know
Man dies but once
But why not die... as white as snow
Then there shall be no more trance
I’ve been tied to the branch
Branch of the tree of expectation
Far away in the ranch
In the city of revelation
I also know myself
I deceive myself not
You also know yourself
From the assumed lot