SACULIDY

When she doses her breathtaking eyes with kohl, And sleeves her alluring bangs with a white lace. Gives her a real look as bark covers a bole, And the smiling face of a red rose vase.
She makes me cry when she says,
I am tuckered of my life and I want to perish.
But I will suffer more than the carnage of Valdez,
Because I love her inner soul that is garish.
If she will know how much I love her soul,
And how much I value our emotional intimacy.
But I want it to be protected like a bole,
Because if i departed one day, she may perish venomously.