On the way to heaven she lives
I see her playing with the doves
The essence that soul does give
Makes even demons believe in love
Her gentle sight spots me and flutters
Leaves me spell bound and dreamy
I love ya i want to stutter
Please love and set me free
She perhaps has the look of appraisal
But am not sure am her type
Nash, nfs. Zlot or kezal
Compared to her none is enough ripe
All that i like is stuffed in her
She has so much meaning to me
I see her n my soul shakes and stir
So easily she voows me..
Not sure i can win her heart
We're not in the same love league
Even though of heart she's a part
Chances of her liking me are bleak
The over-lord nfs has fallen
No longer i have any control
The word weaver has been maulen
Perhaps alone i'll again stroll
