To my dear

I like the drizzle,

Because I can sacrifice you my chest-umbrella,

I bloom by thundering,

Because you hide in my arms,

I love when flowers bloom,

Because they make you a princess by having them on your head,

I am pleased if your footwear is lost,

Because then I can carry you,

I like your hands to comb my thick peach fuzz,

Because then I can't think of anything,

Dear, it is just you, own the exquisite smile,

That made me a poet,

These eyes blink like never ever before,

Only because your sight mixed with much innocence,

It is just like bearing one flower in the whole life,

By a sunflower stalk,

I can immerse myself in an ocean of thoughts for you,

I know, water in that ocean is never salty,

You are not an anatomy to me,

But a mesmerizing feeling,

Yes my intimate, it is!