Call Her MÎÕ

My love letters to her,
Were now written again,
In a blue scintillating book,
Retitled the love of my life,
I swear I was a little one bit,
Hope you know sprinklers tune,
I bow to embrace her only name,
To protect her from being unknown.
Since I hold her fame in the garland of my heart

Here goes her name,
Wrapped in my wallpaper's album,
For the purpose of artistry fame,
Like a love book sending love atrium,
She is a love, I didn't have to question,
Perhaps of what's know to me is her aura,
I have to go into the depths of all fragrances,
To smell every willing perfume,
In those miles from close to closures,
More missing more than little wishing,
I decorate her timely walk into my life,
She's my love, tell Mîõ I said that.