I met her in her pictures,
Saw her in my dreams written by my mind,
Her eyes are sharp that of an eagle,
She switched on my calmness,
Which provided electricity,
To her big city,
A question to myself,
What big city?
A heart.

During the night,
As I look upon the stars,
I was having a chit chat with the moon,
Our conversation ended up,
When the sun arrived for it’s job,
Moon being my advisor,
It told me,
Friendship is a ship with two captains,
It will sink,
If the two aren’t doing business of words,
It will sink,
If the two are negative minded,
Let it sail by the ocean with strong tides,
It won’t sink,
Since it’s made of hearts.