Young Love

When you look around wherever, Try to look with your eyes closed, Now tell yourself what you want, When you wake up of your dreams. Butterflies and flowers are away, A mad man imaging, he would get, But he doesn't think of planting, And losses to see them both. I tried to cry harder, but I was unable, All my tears might be banished, But what about my inner emotions? Felt and left in a box of my poetries. All I want to be into madness of love, How I use to keep myself busy! A spark that burns a fire of hope, And water that I used to be with you. The sun till eve and moon all time, Someone keeps you young all time, I want to love again like an immature, Keeps me busy gazing into her eyes.