My all wickedness and designs of evils
With a whisper of call and eye blinking
Washed way like an expert brush man
I am a child again
You make me a friend
Your love is such a strong
No wrong doings
Prevent you
Your love is a pack of thousand storms
You jerk me, you rock me
Your love is the best
Better than million dances
rays of the fire ball
over the plants
your love is such a wise
better than the world of owls
never digs
the dead history
of the past of my life
Wonder and fragrance
a soft touch of feelings
your love and pardon
blown out senses by a concrete wind
the song of all wisdoms
make me a man
who does not fear any more to fall
from the high cliff
again