Oh! Me And My Tenderness, I cry Aloud:
Came Across Such Intolerable Pleasure Of Glaring;
Yet never ceases the day, That Day when my mind were clouded By Mozart And Beethoven.
Hectic And Mesmerized Contemporaneously!
Returning Back To my Hearth, When I met him;
Bare to the tops, his eyes Shot at me, and mine to his:
Every Second Counted examining each other;
Abashed was he and surely was I.
Traditions Forbids me but I liked Him;
Never had such Encounters, an Anomaly for me.
Three Seconds Over! I continued Walking After which I turned back again to meet his eyes at me once more. He Smiled! I smiled!
Oh! Me and My Tenderness, I cry Aloud.
