Object In My Phrase

She never realised the depth of my heart. Until I didn’t offer my wishes as a chart. As long as she enjoyed my taste of kind, She developed my gesturing in her find. Days and nights, a winter and summer, She was passing it away as a dreamer, Everyday she builds a dream to lock herself, She fights to enjoy it with automatic self. She expects nobody will come to interrupt, Until her needs doesn’t offer her a joy gift. She thinks to take bath in a cheerful pond, She has her aim and objectives of a life bond. She explains as sun grows and never delays, She likes glamour as sunshine grows and displays. I like to play as I am young, heat is my subject, I chose very carefully that nobody can reject. I like to play with fire; I love to fly in smoke, I like to fly in air where nobody using a break, My feelings and thoughts charged me always, Enjoyment is my aim love is object in my phrase.