You bear the allure of an oriental rock garden
Striking a sharp contrast between the stagnant state of the rocks
To the calming pitter-patter of water flowing from a bamboo fountain
A true purity trapped behind an abundance of locks
Bewilderment is summoned by the sunlight that peers through your eyes
Caught in a retina, the light begins to fade away
What if it was me that brought about your demise?
I pray that I won't live to see that day
When all of that grandeur falls from your youthful cheek
The day your beautiful skin begins to wrinkle from the menthols
Or when you drink till you lose that succubi physique
Crippling yourself under the weight of your own potential
Recognize beauty where it appears, that's what I'll always say
It encompasses your whole being, from the locks of your thick black hair
To your eyes, that disguise themselves as the break of day
Or the shape of your body, to which I couldn't help myself but to stare.