As the sun rise, so do I rise with your thought in my head these days.
Even the moon is in awe,
Starring on with intense focus as I burn the candles,
glued to my mat on a rolling match to the left and to the right,
Just to think of you at dark hours...
My head is busy as the new bound tightens it's grip in my heart,
tho, so unclear, yet so rich in absolute friendship and sprinkles of sweet emotion...
Come to my aid as I lost in you,
Bro, you are messing with me in a sweet way...