Pleasant Loneliness

Summer sun shines 

And I melt into poetries. 

Yes, the iceberg 

In my soul 

That dreams 

To float 

In the sea of your love, 

When trysts 

With the pleasant loneliness 

Of your pulchritude, 

Summer sun shines 

And I melt into poetries 

And you ooze 

Your lovely emotions 

Without even knowing anything.