For a while when my heart yonder for her grace
The blazing look on her face stutters me in my praise
But my fate never shabby, 'cause of what my lips will eat
My hope stands still for the day I will hear yes from her yell

Sixty kilometres away, I care about her face I never see
Her anxiety turns into a sculpture mould in my thoughts
That I shall ever seek to please in her right pleasure
I put her name in the middle of my verse in my best treasure

Never amid gold, that burglar might steal
But at the centre of my heart where the blood pump
Flow and flow till the end of my last breath is ever live
Tell her for me, for her heart, I will never reave

My heart stands well like an easel to paint her joy
To resemble my name that she knows well
With graphics style, I'll use 'cause 'tis awe;
The one that can receive but would never erase

I want her real presence never the shadow of her existence
Her feeling makes me faceless, 'cause I never see a sky
That will make me viewless from the flea around
Faceless and speechless is the real identity of my feeling.