Tale Of "Thy"

Beauty that was so high

I could make my heart fry;

And dreaming of that sky

To love and to give a try.

I did hard to glorify

Even though she was shy

Melted a thousands pie

By Believing in "Thy".

For her love was so dry

That I felt like a spy.

Knew She was born to fly,

May be that's why

I am living with her "Lie"

As My love is still on standby.

Yet I pray before I die

I may see her as "My".