It was in the night like this When you whisper
I didn’t touch the lifter
But I saw it in my nicker
Just like the bikers
And the hikers
I listened to your name
And I see what exactly you mean
I speak into your comment
I saw the drawings
Not like it wasn’t creative
You did it with oil painting
Which makes it sparkling
And vibing.
But All of a sudden
it was given
I saw the mood from the feelings
I didn’t want to waste any more time
Neither should we spent more of our money
It was time for the orange
I was happy about the tastes
It wasn’t just sour taste
It was sweet and cherry
Not like the apples
But the angle’s
I did not want to keep shut anymore
I called for that voice of yours
It was interesting in the hour’s
I love to hear the name
Something about us you could say
They all aligned in the rain
Even in the hot weather
With you is just like we are in the rain.
You make me confused of you
Something I have never told of you
Where you speak of the chilies
Like it was just for the sweet
I thought I wouldn’t want your hand there
But it was under the nicker in the room
something I wouldn’t want to missed
A time I always would appreciate
Where no rain nor sun could compare
Where the names say’s the best of the day.
I can clearly tell when she calls me, even if I was sleeping, by the time she calls my name, it always sounds different, and I will knew it, that it would be her. Truth be told, no other person calls me in the softest and sweetest tone like her.
