He calls me by sweet names
And dances with me in the middle of the blue oceans

He surrender his time with no worries
And cuddle me as if he is only born to care
His radiant smiles at me shows
He cries not
Who knows?
Maybe he's an angel

I call him the best of friends
Not so
He is more than it
For
He turns my environment into bethel
just as the colours of the skies does
His absence cost me a lot
For my senses abides in him
As well as my joy
Maybe my life is in his palm

I'm still confused of whom he could be
Grandma whispered softly in my faded ears
"He is your lover"

O! My bad
thought I was strong enough to resist
but here I am
Betrayed by love