I see the innocent in your pondering eyes
A skin without scar, a resemble of purity
Your soft palm
that knows not of hard labour
You speak amounts
of wonder with your gaze
I gather my wits as I probe this endless maze
A call for my unbroken
contemplation
I humbly request your concert to my picture
A stage to which the world is your spectator
I pose no repel to your act of love
A worriless soul in the comfort of a mother's hold
I cannot help but
listen to your beautiful bellow
You possess a innocence, you influence me to follow
