HEAVEN'S CRY

Even when the clouds lay up above,

I'd gladly still glare at the sky,hoping to see your beautiful face painted across.

If there is the best painter, I'll hold the trophy,

For I have your face perfectly crafted in my mind and heart,

I have,on the oceans,seeked myself,but with every second,

Your resplendent reflection smiled back.

I have all the roses of all colours,but not even a single one matches your beauty,

I have the cautiously cut cardiac,ever bestowed to man,

But still,to your eyes,I'm nothing compared to the sun,

Have you found,comfort,

That now I,to your eyes,am the moon among stars?

With every sun's blindfold,I have thrown endeavours,

Hoping to sleep on your melodic voice,

And whisper my dreams to your soul.