Beauty rises when the Sun's rays sweep
From the darkest deep in the morn.
When the stars salute to their befitting king
And the night finds her way back home!... more »
Why are you like that?
Like a bouquet of flowers.
All virtues but thy servant.
That's no good, be a bit wicked!... more »
Thou Art My...
Thou art my beauty, my charm
My love, my crush, my wish.
I wanna tell you all these
Where are you my 'Miss'?... more »