Bit by bit
A mysterious raison d'être builds up
In my heart
To wait for you,
Although I know
The lovely beeps in you
Have stopped calling.

You might say, 'So fool a heart!'
When you notice to carry
Each moment, too thwart
With stringing the laces,
The garland of Spanish cherry
Yet fragrance of thee idling.

The stars exchange wishes
In surprise,
When I count them
In disguise;
Standing in front of the mirror
Still I keep on exploring you
While I discern you are now enthralling!