I want to be your tailor,
To stitch what you wore.
I want to be your sailor,
Along with whom you sails the shore.
Of love, you have crafted a raft,
On which I’ve travelled to half.
Still this journey is remained,
Until your love will be gained.
I want to be your mansion,
In which you live day and night.
I want to be your emotion,
You will show in your love and fight.
You’ve been my beacon,
Which reflects my aspiration.
Though the street is empty,
But still your memories in my mind are crowdy.
You are chaos of my lonely life,
O damsel! Can you be my lovely wife?