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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