Freedom Tower may be worth a billion,
But your touches are like the breath of life,
They are peerless and very precious.
A smile may be harmonious and suave,
But the way you curved your lips is like fire,
It keeps on kindling its strenuous brightness.
My house may be enlightened by candles,
But your eyes are like the lustrous stars,
They keep on illuminating my subdued face.
A line segment may be bounded,
But our nostalgic sentiment is unlimited,
It intersects the line between love and hate.
The global warming might be rising,
But your kisses are like refrigerated pineapple juices
They’re comforting and relishing my envious lips.