Her smile feels comfortable <br />Like a child's pastel drawing. <br />Another day he writes; <br />When I peeped into her heart <br />Oh! Really it's burning like a volcano. <br />But it's a wintry night and I cannot leave the premises. <br />So I decided to stay longer voluntarily.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-prefer-fire/
