In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.

Drowsy I get dreaming about her,
Sinking I am only in her thoughts,
Let me drown here only oh friend,
This whirlpool goes to my heaven,
Find me going down in happiness,
In the craziness they're jealous of,
With her in complete contentment.

Having found you I have found the World,
Let it be this land with all its waters & soil,
Or be it the bluish sky up above our lands.

Out in open fields I notice the birds flying,
Love flies towards you brewing up to boil,
Safe farm of friendship lovingly irrigated.

She's the ultimate girl,
I am her male version,
My dream come true...

Write all our poetry,
Lovingly compose it,
Only for each other..

Luckily for me,
She's a poetess,
Krispi it is you.

We haven't ever met yet,
Deep in hearts we have.

I'm missing playfulness,
I miss you pinching me.

I'm missing your laugh,
I miss that tickling you.

I'm missing the shyness,
I miss your naughtiness.

We haven't touched yet,
Already I am missing it.

I always have had an idea of my dream girl,
Of exactly what she is like from her heart,
Of exactly what her appearance is like.

I feel victorious to tell that I have found her,
She is quintessentially an atypical angel,
She is a crystal mirror within herself.

I believe that I have never been more happy,
This is definitely my delightful salvation,
This is karma delivering as the fruit.

As I break free from chains,
I attain freedom in this birth.
Minimizing rebirth probability,
I am feeling blessed all the time.
Freedom from the tangles of time,
I must correctly take some time off.
Happily enjoying my purest love life,
I escape from the tight and stiff rules,
Undermining rules of a hostile society.

I am truly in love.