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Who has seen the sun today? Glamorous in its shine And Radiant in its pride With flaunting golden skin To tell of my love for you and the gladdens that it bear Words in their nature are created To be said, screamed, whispered and shared But the beautiful thought of love They are excellent in the crevices of heart and soul Left choiceless in the choice of words To live in awe and mesmer of feelings It seems too delicate for the mystery  A portion of reflection to feed on Diamonds hidden beneath the sea A diamond hunted to glitters for sure Every wake in the day to treasure the pleasure  A gem rare, refined and beauteous The heaven, where my heart is The peace that will be if I die  The love which might murder me The darling with spell-bounding look The edifice of stunning appearance A rhythm that breathes flow and life I've seen the ivory And all that are white So dazzling is her teeth And the smile made of them Decorating her mouth with beauty of white And her face wit

And in time until recent, could I discover what it ever meant, to choose a spot and sit, on the cushion chairs or lie, on the lifted pad of foam. For hours and for days, weeks and time indefinite. Either doing or be done. Man is but embellished in fear, and the unfair thought of what may grieve him. Continents asunder to ashes of perplexion, in awe of the horrible distress. A hot air of dying awake, blown to challenge the globe we built. The ever-great history of the pen in ink and images dates to be related for generations. Death is inevitable but no man is living to die. Health is more cherished for all sick seek to heal. What then, shall we of a disease that holds your breath? Contagious, airborne they contest or droplets based. Spreading, through the globe from nations to continents. Cubicles, shouldn’t host if they are yours to be safe. Exactly, what shall I tell of the new century disease? Someone needs to replay the scenes of how the world president was wandering between words a