Love Life

Your glossary hair is clustered of joy 

Your face looks like just a toy 

You are made not for me 

But I want to you enjoy it.

When you look to me 

I become confused 

Either you look with love 

Or just an angry bird 

I want to say something 

I want to gift you something 

I want to wear you a ring 

Just not a friend being 

But for making my life evergreen