Her ways would every heart make rattle,
Involved a lot and so unique.
Her presence everyone would flatter,
And instantly move up a league.
Her body is another matter,
So perfect and refined so much.
There are no simple angles at her,
And she demands that special touch.
Her eyes and Sun attract alike,
Her voice is beacon of the sea.
She’s always wanted, always liked.
There’s nothing else one’d want to see.
Her ways would every heart make tremble,
Not every heart could stand that much.
Are broken lots, and mine resembles,
Just one of many in the bunch.

A hard day’s night-
Is harder still.
Another fight,
And come what will,
The cards are dealt,
But trumps are rare.
It never felt,
That life was fair.
Although astray,
Some chance we stand.
We have to play
With what’s at hand.
And much is not,
How shame it is,
What we have got,
Another miss!
With time to creep,
Those win the race,
Who always keep
A poker face!

A thread behind each corner,
And tougher is the race!
The death for man of honor
Is better than disgrace!
Life’s a distorting mirror,
With its unfair means.
He’d rather die like hero,
Than live on broken knees!
Life tosses, throws and throttles,
With frequent troughs and peaks.
Become for good immortal,
Is never choice of weak!

It’s all about attitude,
The pressure, risk and pace!
Sometimes there is no gratitude,
Still must we win the race!
The risk is high
And chance is thin,
But don’t you cry
And you will win!
Sometimes it seems so difficult
Behold, yet to believe.
And hard work, not a miracle
Delivers the relief!
It’s all about confidence,
Respect and self-esteem,
And life is good an evidence,
That true can come a dream!

The heart of hers
Goes up a beat.
Her eyes are closed
She dreams a bit.
In dreams of hers
A life she lives,
All fights and quarrels
Behind she leaves!
And there she’s free
To love and care,
And signs of spring
Are here and there.
So fine and fit
It all would seem,
She dreams a bit-
It’s all a dream!