Pass by, a homeless soul is waiting for you inside that dark alley.
The smell will lead your way, your villa is across the road. He remained there to beg your nearness.
He made so many lonely buddies at the dumpster, the servants from the opposite side, the rats, the cats, and other unwelcomed breathed there.
Your presence made a gypsy, a wanderer.
I fancied your brown eyes one night, and I craved for your beautiful soul, but the social barriers stole my visions.
Can't you be mine for a moment? A question I'm planning to ask you.
I have a beautiful home, a green forest, a romantic song, and a book of poems, all lingered inside my hidden desires.