She is a linguistics
Speaking in strange languages easily.
The language that I will speak sincerely.
Maybe now if learned.
Maybe later after learned.
The Lady;
Who chants in melodious Lullaby.
Who lure me to sleep in love-by.
You have triggered back romantic love in me.
Not a watchfulness just over me.
After having loved me within.
Let's share my love and your love just intertwine.
The gauge of our emotional intelligence co-slides.
The foresight for collection collides.
This is instinctively inclined.
With you, I see a match balance inlined.
If you have appearance it a plus.
If you are good looking it is a plus .
But what point me to your direction is the energy felt from afar wither.
Just like the energy that light up farther.
I see you out of the blue hues.
With what my mind calls up in a cruise.
One of your greatest fans indeed.
Trying and learning your style for need.
Looking at the same taste.
Just trying to point at you for farther to claim a chase.
I never get scared of your light.
Looking at your light face in white.
But what did you see?
But what did I see?
We see each other.
Just like one another.
Using a million-distanced barometer.
Picking up connective pieces in the dinner filter.
We never had but to write to.
To the collective space, we chant, to.
In other words such as names to be added.
You and me in banded while guided.
My Lady is a linguistics.
Who chants in melodious Lullaby.
Who lure me to sleep in the love-by.