Lense of Night

I want to cover my naked soul You are the byproduct of my desire I want you more than I want me Some veins create a stretch marks of you But you ever traced my identity Like a magic you are everything to me And treat you as a queen I think it is the real love from the mind As a ghost your thoughts wrapped around Then I flies in the sky where ever I wish Blindly release the art of love Breaks the bonds of the mind creation Watch your face through the lense of night Memory remains in the darkness When the dreams are away became the waste of life.