Holding the azureness 

of sky, 

Your blue eyes 

Render me inspiration. 

A homeless 

For whom 

Even luck is an orphan, 

You allow 

Your bosom to lean on 

To breathe 

The air of ownness. 

Tears trickle, 

But you treasure. 

Pain stabs, 

But you mitigate. 

Hardness of life rubs, 

But you smoothen. 

Yes, I snuggle to you, 

Oh! My nymph, 

I snuggle to you 

And time promises 

To transport 

Meaning to life.