SACULIDY

When she doses her breathtaking eyes with kohl, 

And sleeves her alluring bangs with white lace. 

Gives her a real look as bark covers a bole, 

And the smiling face of a red rose vase.

She makes me cry when she says,

I am tuckered with my life and I want to perish.

But I will suffer more than the carnage of Valdez,

Because I love her inner soul that is garish.

If she will know how much I love her soul, 

And how much I value our emotional intimacy.

But I want it to be protected like a bole,

Because if I departed one day, she may perish venomously.