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
But trying is all that worth it ,
And yes I lost such habit in the drankensburg mountains ,where I met my the missing pieces to my puzzle
I fell in love with you my extraterrestrial drizzle .
The looks of you carry me up to the jumbling lanes
Into caves of mophermes and senatics ,
Where phonology and morphology are the tunes in the lines of love .
Your eyes are like uKranian phonetic transcripts
If I keep singing, the year my deplet before me.
Love is only you