Maya!

I have developed Crows feet

Three two five or zero

After reading all your poems

Pow wow my dancing shows

As you see him by looking at me

By looking at him I know

That's how love has to go

That's how the language flows

Yellow flies run to Nagurski

Like sunflower moves to Apollo

Always been a lone ranger

On autopilot, I fly solo.

Love is closer to us on dear Earth

I realised watching through LIGO

I often see that old man

In black pant sometimes with a bow

Like Odin with some virgin

No fruits he could give to O.

Just words of charm always plant 

He eats and leaves, once shoots

Nunna got very angry 

'Sauvage' they say it's very.

I'm an air sign..my style is very

Light soft cool and breezy..

Like a bird which touches its wings,

With water while flying, ..only!

Emotions swim beneath that ocean

Are.too subtle for the naked eye;

Like Anakornokova do gymnastics

Or shorts of Andrey Agassi

I don't mind truth dear...that only

True love I could not convey

As true emotions in poems maybe

Are too much to fully convey.

Love is often equated to madness..

Like when split in two, one light ray.