A flower I so wish to pluck
but my amputated arms are a true reality...

What if love told tales
I wonder what script...

A soldier of love,
in full cuirass...

In another world
I'll be your cheval glass...

Long time ago when i knew you not,
life for me was much austere...

The same mistake done,
not once,twice but over and over again...

I never asked for much;
a palace,a porche car nor a queen for a wife...

If I say she is sacred
that's blasphemy...

You say I live in a third world,
then how comes you haven't migrated...

Through my eyes...
I saw you...

"to us"
she whispered...

Show me a perfect man
who has no flaws...