With the outset of the day.
As I reach to grasp my gadget
With one open eye.
Just to inspect if I received any memo from my beau.
With utter dismay I put it away
And I carry on with my day.
Every chore seems so uphill,
as my hub is astray.
With the unhappy day
I send you a word of my remembrance.
When I eyeball your last seen,
I'm vexed of your ignorance.
At night you show up.
and display your regrettable issues
I absolve Cos' of my soul's affection.
Then we lie on our beds
After our long soothing yaks.
And as we rest i look at your frame
And I pray to the most high
To grant my dear one
All from thou paradise.
After the tranquil night,
I sense the iteration .
I finally expire with the heartache,
When I in the end comprehend.
Knowing its the Ten Days Of Busyness.