Let me put the first thing first saying I’m quite impressed with your powerful unfathomable length of poetry; that when you do poem, you sing a song; that when you sing as lovely as a song, you do precisely a well realizable poem. So, I decide to treat you with a poem however not definitely as good as yours. Here comes a poem of pleasure, by a common person not a poet. Here comes liveliness of words, by someone honourable to know you a while. Here delivers portions of mourn, to glories of your Excellency of the whole world. Thus words begin to speak by a modest dance on the screen. They come through and out of my insanity only to you my little “lady poet”… What if I treat you as no one before? You keep your smile for whoever not bore, What if you let me inside your hide? You chose for whom to be your bride, What if I drink to the last bit of your disgrace? You close your eyes let the birds sing the grace, What if I take you to the last remaining of the globe? You open your eyes you decide to be a galore, What if I die next day you wake? You have nothing to lose as an emptiness of wage,