She Sat Opposite Of Me

She Sat Opposite Of Me
When I Was Stealing My Copybook’s Virginity
She Gifted From Her Eyes A Kiss To Me
I Thought It’s To Someone Else
But No One Was Behind Me
Every Time She Was Staring At Me
My Paper’s Virginity Was Stealing
Her Face Is A Reflection Of Moon On Water
And I Am The Wisher Who Tosses A Wish To The Bottom
She Has Got The Laughter Of The Dawn In His Rise
Her Lips Look Like Two Banks Of River
When I Send A Kiss She Laughs
Then I See The Whiteness Of A Cloud
Her Breast Like Tow Mountain
Lined In Centre By Light River
And I Am A Happy Cloud On The Top