You
You
Holding the azureness
of sky,
Your blue eyes
Render me inspiration.
A homeless
For whom
Even luck is an orphan,
You allow
Your bosom to lean on
To breathe
The air of ownness.
Tears trickle,
But you treasure.
Pain stabs,
But you mitigate.
Hardness of life rubs,
But you smoothen.
Yes, I snuggle to you,
Oh! My nymph,
I snuggle to you
And time promises
To transport
Meaning to life.