The looks of you are a good company to my emotions ,
They always take me to that trip straight to cloud nine ,
Where words collide with them corners of my margins .

It’s you who always remind the man in me that there is no such thing called perfection only commitment
And yes I lost such habit in the drankensburg mountains Where I met I met my benditah
I fell in love with my Senhorita

The looks ,ohh!
The looks of you carry me up to the jumbling lanes into mophermes and senatics ,
Where phonology and morphology are the tunes in the lines of love
Your eyes have such words Uraninian phonetic transcripts has ,
If I keep singing the year my deplet before me..
Love is only you