To inscribe your name in my plain canvas,
Then climb to the top of mountain with deviant fluff,
The excruciating picture is wearisome,
I meet the spots in each colour of my abstract design,
With a lump in my throat,
I wanted to shriek its identity,
But quaver to unveil the receptacle.
So I am emphatic to
Capitulate me in portal of flowering landscape,
There I want to fizzle my bottle up sentiments,
To the clouds and constellations of inky sky,
My shivering rim is stitched with the buds of rose,
Eyes daunting for the quivering trunk,
I am waiting eagerly for its knock,
The fragrant wind mumbles,
‘’You are a crazy bloke’”.