Freezing Blood In Night Breeze

Floating into the thoughts of loneliness,

In a breezing night with my love and her softness,

Looking over the Sky which is full of Star,

Similarly, like my thoughts twining our hearts in a guitar.

As the cool gentle breeze passing through,

Holding her warm hand melted my frozen blood,

Sitting on the wooden bench beneath the Oaktree,

Knotting both our souls together and letting never free.

God has scripted our love with full of suspense,

She stands up with a smile in the light of the moon,

Hoping that we are engaging soon,

But nature seems to be more dangerous as it is our misfortune.

Her lips were engaged in prayer and asking from God to save our life.

But nature seems to cut our love story with the natural knife,

Rubbing both her palm and preventing from being freezing the blood,

She stood like a warrior with a well-casted sword.