I'm not a poet,yet with your smile
words rhyme with my heartbeat
I'm no philanthropist,yet with your loving gaze
everything I have to the world I'd willingly give.
I need no magic nor pixie dust nor touch of witchraft
Your lips alone are the sweetest enchantment I have.
Indeed,I am a sinner,a crack in the mirror
I am nothing but an imperfection
that stands out in the sea of imperfections
Yet the mere touch of your lips,darling,is my redemption.
For such kisses breathe life
to the hero gasping deep inside,
Because my love,when I'm with you,
I could conquer the parts of world
only conquered by few.