Lying along the ground of beads,

Wishing you were here like a seed.

Gorgeous flowers that surely blooms, 

Waiting for you to be my groom.

Starry night that sometimes falling,

Hoping thou and hear my calling.

A heart that thumps with feelings drown,

The pleasant smile instead of frown.

Whilst your hands are on me with glee,

Tight grip... never  let go of me.