The voice of love

In your eyes is the language by true love, My hat just has to passionately doff, You responded as if you have dry cough, Though, to your rejection, my skin is tough. Your words that I heard were full of wisdom, To your heart I plead, be in my kingdom, Your goodness, the right cure for my boredom, It is then your love will trap my freedom. Your beauty is planted in my garden, My mouth is pleading, give my heart pardon, The words to express my love is hiding, Most probably you thought I was kidding. My heart is on my face for you to pry. Open your eyes, see the tears of my cry, Feel my tears, you'll see that it could make fries, Give my love cares before its feeling dries.