Looking at Your Godly Face, looking at Your solo performance,

Looking at Your smiling Face,
Looking at Your solo performance,
Your fingers running cool,
From one string to another pool,
Like a pure unadulterated song,
Looking at Your lyric sublime long,
Is finding meself into You,
Walking on the ocean,
Serving life with lovely potion,

Seeing those spotlights on You,
Divinity falling only only upon you,
On a stage, a podium lifted,
Music clinging to Your throat so gifted,
Is also a desired expected supranormal journey
For your scrapbook, and the book written on me,

Looking at You, a ballad singer, weaving your lores,
Is also for me a boatride to the worldly shores,
Where sands of times glitter, with only hopes.


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