She is the apple of my eyes, my backbone and spine;
She's my lifesaver, my life support and oxygen.
She's one of a kind, my parachute, my defender; she's the Great Wall that protects me against forces.
She's my breath, my life and my all, an angel sent from above.
She's my bulletproof and ladder, for whenever I'm down, she raises me up.
She's my world, my pride and one in a gazillion, so outstandingly pulchritudinous that the world envies her; she's a wingless angel born on a Sunday, a Sagittarius!
Words aren't enough to explicate how much I adore her,
Oh! My goddess, my princess, my everything!
In this month of August you've done for me something so ginormous, beyond comparison.
......
Unclad she saunters,
Surrounded by waters.
She is beclouded by felony
Yet embraced by colossal melancholy!
Unloved by the one she loves,
Now believing there are no doves,
Many a time she attempts suicide,
Wishing for the efficacy of the pesticide!
'Men are scums', she exclaims nonstop
......
Like a pooch I am chained
Here and caged
Surrounded by the walls,
Not even a single being.
I am hurt, yet the reason is inexplicable-
In tears, yet my feeling is incomprehensible;
But I am a victim of circumstances
Caged not because I’d broken the law
Of my country but because I refused to be corrupt.
......
Unclad she saunters,
Surrounded by waters.
She is beclouded by felony
Yet embraced by colossal melancholy!
Unloved by the one she loves,
Now believing there are no doves,
Many a time she attempts suicide,
Wishing for the efficacy of the pesticide!
'Men are scums', she exclaims nonstop
......
Like a pooch I am chained
Here and caged
Surrounded by the walls,
Not even a single being.
I am hurt, yet the reason is inexplicable-
In tears, yet my feeling is incomprehensible;
But I am a victim of circumstances
Caged not because I’d broken the law
Of my country but because I refused to be corrupt.
......
She is the apple of my eyes, my backbone and spine;
She's my lifesaver, my life support and oxygen.
She's one of a kind, my parachute, my defender; she's the Great Wall that protects me against forces.
She's my breath, my life and my all, an angel sent from above.
She's my bulletproof and ladder, for whenever I'm down, she raises me up.
She's my world, my pride and one in a gazillion, so outstandingly pulchritudinous that the world envies her; she's a wingless angel born on a Sunday, a Sagittarius!
Words aren't enough to explicate how much I adore her,
Oh! My goddess, my princess, my everything!
In this month of August you've done for me something so ginormous, beyond comparison.
......