Seek His Well

I don't know how..
But You Do..
Then I realised..
A man who thirst..
Has to seek his well..
In the desert of worldliness..
You are a life giver.

Shrub

You are my shrub..
And I am the gardener..
The relationship is strange..
For the shrub in its own way grows and play..
And the gardener feels the joy..
By feeding thou with waters of his ode..
Brings the peace which is abound..
You are the shrub which tells that their is something right in this world..

Come

Come to me my lovely lady..
Come to me and sit down..
Relax and converse..
For I may be a mess..
But I assure that each moment will be a special one..
Each moment will the one with passion..
Come fall with me in the hour unknown..
Come for you should know better..
Come for you know that I would never do a thing which you do not like..
Come let me wrap you around for the warmth..
Come and lets snuggle in affection..
Come lets play for joy..
Come and let us not bother..
Come and lets not weighed down by time and world..
Come my lovely lady..
Oh come..

Praises

Praises to your way..
I sing glory to your way..
Young in spirit..
Aged in wise-ness..
Unblemished in beauty..
What a joy is to share the cup of thy supper..

Pleasant Flute

A night cold..
Requiring warmth to keep you under fold..
A morning promisingly refreshing..
Giving desires a halo of serenity..
Your beauty, your soul is what I drank in sleep..
A pleasurable aroma for me to keep..
I wonder in gratitude..
That God made you to be a pleasant flute..