Drowning in the gleam,

Of the eye catching sheen,

On the face of waters deep,

Under the calm of palm trees,

Cuddled in the arms of breeze,

Wrapped in warm memories,

My worries are put to sleep,

That's when I think of thee,

I think of thee,

Playing hide and seek,

In the garden of belief,

Far from the realm of grief,

The glimpse of glee on your face,

Worth more than jewels of a king,

I want to live that joy,

What better gift could I buy,

And not the ruins and remains,

Or the memories of dreary days,

From when hearts were loaded,

With only fury and vengeance.