The Statue of The Soul

I love you as you have stolen the key

I love you because of your hidden agony

Every love is the distance of a soul

Which I still trying to get hands

I never arise the claim of a newer garden

Although we might have missed 

To collect the blossom of a rose

This is the time... This is the time...

I believe you as because of the fall of your Eyelid 

I strongly claimed only those faiths left behind

But even after each severe argument

I will never knock before you wake up