"White I feel Poetic When I'm sitting Alone And thinking About You Words begin to shine with joy in the air, They start searching for phrases, To write a poem on your golden eyes, In this whirl, they pass through all beautiful things. When words don't meet with phrases, They start coloring you with beautiful hues When my ink wrote to you, I felt your fragrance The words with which I always wrote to you beautifully Were always eager to hear your voice And to see you. But perhaps my words are favored by fate No need for a long wait To catch a glimpse of you To listen to your tune Little Mermaid ! All the words are restless, Wanting to embrace you ... ©Sup_holster"