Innocence

Again, I come back to those thoughts the one appearing as those beautiful pots; Among which you’re just smiling as a “flower”; Your innocence, your nature Your beauty, your words.. like “yellow mustards” that spread all around leading me and my thoughts to go beyond the bound; I don’t know who I am But, I know one thing You’re my sense, you’re my sensation You’re my passion, you’re my temptation You are the one and will be the one “whom” I won’t forget as you’ll always be in my “little heart” and as long as the time wait for me you’ll remain “my creation”