Your eyes can be compared to a Black Hole,
Taking in all from here and from afar,
Taking in everything as a whole,
Recalling everything in a jar.
The beauty of a rose is that of you,
With the graceful charm of that of the snakes,
Just like a goddess who sits on a wood pew,
And light as a feather dancing on lakes.
You bring many a joy just as the sun,
Who brings the sustaining rays of bright light,
Being around you was so very much fun,
Now go back to making the rules of right.
As a queen, togetherness is forbidden.
As of love, that is also forbidden.
Your eyes can be compared to a Black Hole,
Taking in all from here and from afar,
Taking in everything as a whole,
Recalling everything in a jar.
The beauty of a rose is that of you,
With the graceful charm of that of the snakes,
Just like a goddess who sits on a wood pew,
And light as a feather dancing on lakes.
You bring many a joy just as the sun,
Who brings the sustaining rays of bright light,
Being around you was so very much fun,
Now go back to making the rules of right.
As a queen, togetherness is forbidden.
As of love, that is also forbidden.