A way to your heart.

"I do not wish to reveal the sense of poem through description"

Every ray shines brighter,

Empowers, instigates to grow,

Every moment keeps me higher,

Enshrining the past of you.

Tales of a speaking tree,

Traces around the anklets,

Praises every step of yours,

By witnessing the victory of being.

The golden circle of time,

Wishes to be the crown,

To blossom as a smile,

And to be blessed for a while.

Breeze becomes holy,

By touching the delicate feet of yours,

And listening clap of bracelets,

To paint our sweet dreams.

Poet of a silver town,

Is busy in making endless ballads,

He kindly requests you,

To show him a way to your heart.