You are a rebel, quibbling with none but herself.
I am an admirer from the advent.
Might be adamant about what you wanna have,
I’ll be sitting on the chair watching your quarrel.
I love how you own up every desperation,
Of being the victor dealing in alcohol.
Seeing your blue eyes I suffer all the misery,
All the agony within you, which make you unhappy.
Admiring the way you utter every word,
I feel powerless and intrigued.
A woman is an inventor of existence,
I believe you are an explanation for mine.
I never yearned for a soul to shine.
But whenever I have you if feel so bliss,
Linger till eternity, that’s my continual wish.