My Prophet

just another day passed with the hanker for your shadow my heart again sang the same song and as usual no one was there to listen once again I was alone today sitting just your thoughts and words wandering my eyes are going to cry blood drops since your beauty is not a treasure it is the rays from sun sent by God you are the nature of peroccupied mind my strength lies inside ur beauty to create your body radiates a virtual energy photons speechless my mind would be at that sight though an angel with white feathers gathering love inside my heart daily with the courage to modify my destiny At last you smiled with the tears in my eyes you gave me the power to say good bye and then would it be wrong to call you my Prophet.