Chant At My Heart

She loves what she does

And hates whatever she was.

A cart on her home

She had never been this doom;

A love letter at her door

But I know She needs more.,

Checkbook is all that signed

With Billions of dollars, she is defined.

The time she could go through

If she can for once!

She will soar the whole of the day

Just to shrub her heart out of the bay.

She lives in her dreams

Muscling up her soul against those beams.

Carry my voice

Though it is out of your choice

She is an angel of her own

Perfect life needs imperfect parts fully grown.

She rules whatever she wants

Even non-existence what she chants.

How could she be that dove

A mind and body with such a curve

I may hold myself to fall

But the list of hers is way too tall.

A fine instead I can assume

Just to dream her in my home

For that look Of her

I swear I need luck more than my fear.

I know she should live in the sky

Clouds to caress her nearby,

Reaching her is just too unfair

As she is what anyone wishes to bear.

Just her voice if I can hear

I pray to God nothing else to shower.

She might be this or that

She loves this or that

All these I just can presume,

What else I can verse into the doom.

A cave in my thoughts in dirt

Where she will chant my heart

To hall my caress and dreams in sword

My only wish to love you more than my world.

Come and sway through my soul

These veins in my skin as a whole

And these nerves inside my brain;

Let's drink for our day as a song in the rain.