Be My Beautiful Bead
Your departure kept
me in lovelorn.
Am I of tears born?
Whenever I behold
your face
I find no place to
trace.
Should I trace the
Indians.
Indians are but
ordinary comedians.
Your smile drive me
crazy.
To let you go means
I'm lazy.
Anytime I view your
fine figure
I vowed"our love I
must secure"
You will always be my
beautiful lily
that often drive me
silly.
My strength,my
comfort,my prize.
Love gleams in your
glittery eyes.
Yet you don't want to
be my crony.
It is an unbelievable
irony.
To separate was
never your wish.
It was friends and
relatives that dish
me out without a
cause.
But they don't want
theirs to pause.
With deep love,we will
offer them back.
Then happiness we
shall never lack.
But if you claimed so
shall it be
then remove the love
seed you sow in me.
Of which you can't,it
has mature.
It was bestowed by
nature.
We grew up with the
seed.
So please be my
beautiful bead.
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