Shall i have this dance,
Or wait till the clock strikes 12?
I stop myself.
Watch the night sky, as it is,
Gently filled by scattered stars,
Aint the moonlight bright enough?
Words are infinite,
I never believe this reticence will lasts long.
Some things are better be silenced,
But vagueness has never been able to define,
Those, which your eyes hold, in defense.
Warm gestures of the wind,
Falsity of interpretation,
Will eventually leads me astray.
Feel the rush, wash the vanity away.
Shakespearean beauty are the darling buds of May,
Though eternal sunshine and consistency are way fascinating.
Dance with me, dance with me,
Narrate me the tales of the immortals,
Stay awake and breath,
Love is in the air.