I have met a girl-
My lord.
A sweet girl- My lord.
A sweet girl- whose lips you endowed with the powers of the mighty sun,
My lord, do you remember the one?

An innocent girl- My lord.
As one of your vile creature, to me- she’s a freak of nature.
She’s so innocent, she doesn’t even laugh, My lord.
Just smiles,
As if incapable of humor, of violent kind.
The kind who would hurt your crushed flower-
If only she were to find.

You know- Dear my lord,
I sit in darkness,
From my closed eyes.
And with light piercing through my skin,
I try to recreate a glimpse of her,
But my ink runs thin-
The light through my skin.
For her face is immense,
And I am not good with the present tense.
But My lord-
I say without pretense,
I do recall her presence,
But I do not know her lord,
And it doesn’t make sense.

I have met a girl my lord,
I couldn’t tell you how beautiful she is,
Even if I knew the unknown dimensions of time,
Even if I were an expert in Shakespearian rhyme.

I have met a golden girl, My lord,
And I not know how to talk
Or feel about it,
And if it’s going to be anything,
Let alone anything more, I doubt it.

I have met a girl, My lord,
I hope, I do not infect her,
I have met a girl, My lord-
Protect her.