Hello girl, you make me pluck the guitar strings,
Because you have tug my heartstrings.
You make me poetic, an artistic and lyricist,
All my improvised poems are about you,
None of arts are without you.
The lyrist In my hymn yearn for your presence.
Bitterly unrequited love cuts my heart,
Incomprehensible paranoia stuck me hard.
Stooping, fumbling and mumbling in your presence,
Yet I cannot conjure your absence.
Deceptive smile your lips draw,
Oblivious of the intimacy you are drawing with me.
Like the evening star you always shine,
Still you cannot be mine.