The greatest smile
That she has got.
A part of style,
Refined somewhat.
With which she cares
To combine
The type so rare
To come by.
She is involved
And so much kind,
Exquisite, bold,
A perfect find.
Her tender lips
Mean world and more.
She always keeps
Up to the goal.
Is so excelled
All in her hands.
A magic spell,
Of special brand.
She’s always been
The best of all.
Which only means —
It’s all my fault!

Her eyes are brown and beautiful,
Sincere so and deep.
Away from eyes so meaningful
Myself i couldn’t keep.
Are useless oaths and promises,
I know, it’s all my fault.
Surrendered to reconnaissance,
Already in default,
I fail on all deliveries
And stop before I start.
The shells of her artillery
Hit right on to my heart.
Her glances are so sensitive,
Her eyes are cute and brown.
And conquered by the enemy
I sink in them and drown!

Confined to shelves of common brands
And doesn’t really sell.
The conscience not in high demand,
As seen its fairwell.
As citizens all young and old
Desire something real.
As precious’ cowardice as gold,
And pay for that, they will.
And come they will at very ease
With millions of excuses.
As though the pain to be released,
Or life was too abusive.
Is meanness always oversold,
And never is in stock,
As citizens all young and old
Deploy it round the clock.
Confined to shelves of common brands,
And minds are a mess.
The conscience not in high demand,
As hinders the success.

Has been a while since it was,
That I sincerely fought the cause.
No cheer, happiness or joy-
What I have saved has been destroyed.
It’s been a while, even more,
Since I was knocking on the door.
The door is closed, the lights’re dimmed,
I take it all and float by stream.
And quite a while ever since,
What cherished I, does not exist.
No single value is intact,
Despair rules, and that’s a fact.
I am dispersed in time and space,
Don’t even try to safe the face.
No chance is left to save and spare,
And come ashore, I wouldn’t dare…

The treachery and love, how come,
Set their own rules to adhere,
Some cherished are, forgotten some,
Some always have to dread and fear.
No rules or guidelines left intact,
For those, who once made up their minds,
A fight, in which there is, in fact,
No benefit for whole mankind,
The dice are tossed and rules are known,
As judges are, all in and out,
They judge on grounds of their own,
Not giving benefit of doubt!
The treachery and love long last,
And set their own rules to adhere,
Some cherished are, some outcast,
Some always have to dread and fear!

They all come home, some dead, some wounded,
But never same, as been before.
Were there a chance, regret they wouldn’t,
They know what they are fighting for!
They did not do it for the money,
And neither for the fame it brings.
The army fights, they’re all in army,
And simply live with what it means!
They know they are on special mission,
They are protecting their Land.
Not everyone could pass admission,
For what they always meant could stand!
They all come home, some dead, some missing,
Their bodies’ torn, but hearts’ intact.
Though many preach, they wouldn’t listen,
If had to chose, the same would act!