Touching the Hem of Beauty See

TOUCHING THE HEM OF BEAUTY SEE Beauty of a beautiful brunette Brings me back to a brittle moods Bright eye, eye bouncing Along a blind alley I counted the moon that rises As the farthest of galaxy, making me to Dawdle to talking broach of a royal bird that struck My heart pendulous Thus daunting the processing of my dating agent Still in my brittle mood The mood that moves Pure as the starting glory of the day break Singing the chorus of the dawn Her winding air are numbered Piercing my inner mood With the thought as Damocles I filled, head over heels, with love With her vibrating self Whereas her head dress head casing The head hunter which all coming to touch the hem Of her flowing garment that heals the lovesick Another day, i saw her In a close lane I saw her, keeping her head down In all her all attractive elegance... So i planned my request The muted discuss that reincarnate in thought My deep shy feelings was en covered Giving me much words that woos.