Fly

I look left, I look right,
I see many good looking people, true,
But I do wonder, time and again,
Why is no one more beautiful than you?

I miss your vibe, miss your smile,
Miss your tears, miss your screams,
With heavy heart at heavier nights,
Yearning to sleep, to meet you in dreams.

Making your mark, on my soul,
Just a soft kiss, and I gleefully unfold,
Unless I’m strongly, wry and dry,
The devil always, making you cry.