Her Vanity
Her Vanity
The moon stares at me
Hoping I would look
At her pulchritude
And again, fall in love.
But I can't rely on her loyalty.
In every fifteen days,
She swings her mood
And disappears,
Bringing darkness to my life.
I can't fall prey to her anymore.
Why will I venerate her, when you are with me?
Why will I adore her, when her vanity gets vanquished by your celestial personality?
Yes, I will love you truly throughout my life
And you will remain the cynosure.
