Her Love

Sky becomes small, 

The moon becomes unattractive,

The rose becomes bland.

The shrewd mind 

Stops the lecture, 

The heart leaps 

And I feel as if I am on cloud nine 

And 

Sitting on the cloud of love, 

She comes to mingle into my arms

And 

Whispering magical words to my ear, 

She smears on my lips

The scarlet of her lips to book her love. 

Yes, the sky becomes small, 

The moon becomes unattractive, 

The rose becomes bland, 

And she becomes my significant other.