Seeing the world through her glasses
I am seeing the sky by yours glasses.
We have been sitting here since the mornin'.
Together are witnessing all the waves lashing.
But I felt it when I peeked into your glasses.
We are making the castle of sand.
I don't know why it looks spiffy in your glasses.
I am waiting for the late season's wind.
It still feels friendly when I look through the glasses.
We are grown up, I know.
But we still play with sand and snow.
We make paper flowers to gift each other,
But chéré, I only love those loved-paper flower.
So, we looked with a smile
I whispered,
"You are seeming to be mine
And I am already thine"
All thine.....
