ROMANTICISM: "LOVE FOR HER..." BY CYRA

like red rose 

you never lose 

your figure makes me lost 

you makes me forget the past 

your love means a lot 

real love more than words 

words seems just words 

no matter how pure they are 

I love the zealous fire 

deep down your beautiful eyes 

baby you ate of a rare kind 

I miss your talks 

your soft tender lips 

which holds the most prettiest kiss 

I call you a wonder woman 

coz mountain we have encountered 

valleys we have bypassed 

bridges we have connected 

beib you bear my flower 

I vow to always take every blow sent your way 

fix my broken pen 

making it a dripping pen 

as it drips your name on each paper 

while I confess my love to you 

writing your sweet words 

making you taste honey since I am the  bee 

my shoulders gonna be there for you 

my ears will never get tired 

my eyes will never blink 

my hands will never holdback 

love I will never turn it back 

you got the queens cap 

lets make love more blooming 

have my heart more secure 

build it a hut 

feed it make it fat 

CYRA THE POET

(Dripping Pen)

The poet persona confesses how stable his love is for a woman and admires her also.