Rainy day getting wet to live

Courageously despite her lips

Eager for pride never vague

Valuable than hundred ships

Above hoarding just doubting

My patience when she strips

Quarrelling sometimes seducing

Enforced freedom of her hips

My heart craves for happiness

Dreaming of such romantic trips

But my eyes shade into pain

By her cruel mysterious tricks

Bleak with lies maybe true

Emotions break when she flips

Unseen by despair always vain

She holds my heart and snips

Strong with sin perhaps soft

Her behavior like movie clips

It rained all day with my blood

Yet for her my feelings are quips