Written: © Maxima
Slipping through your hair spoils
The artistic and creative morning
I can hear the beating heart
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
A ticking clock.
I admire the way it beats with passion
Painting the sun with love,
Each cluster tender blades of chimera
And fairy tales.
I am just a drunken word master,
The magic of chimera and fairy tales.
I just need to prove to myself,
Visit your pretty face
Where I anchor my kisses
With the desire for a good morning.
I love you