Hiding from the rain under the giant tree,
Hiding from the beautiful face of yours,
Trying to knock the door of my heart,
I dub you ‘The angel of my Heart’.
Slowly and steadily you are wafting your smile,
Frantically I was walking towards thy lawn,
Little and witty grasses tried to drag my legs,
I am taken aback by the destiny of my faith.
In the heavenly abbot of faithful lawn,
Simply and slowly I can perceive your hair waggle
To the rhythm of fresh morning zephyr.
I am awestruck by the beauty of sight.
Morning, afternoon and midnight of my stance,
Motionless on the chair in my room,
In front of my simple and valuable PC,
I enjoy your beautiful smile.