He had his head stuck in his heart
Her beauty his driving force
Looking through her eyes
His heart the only interpreter
His heart a merry for heart
Beautiful her name, gorgeous her moves
It’s been a while he pen down her beauty
Not because he lacked ink
Words become intangible
Flowing uncontrollably
He chose his words careful
Setting his pen on fire
Obsessed in his love vocabs
Navigate his direction, the street of love
Perceive the aroma of your beauty in the atmosphere
And hear his heart song
