If there’s no tie,
you are not able to fly.
If you don’t have a try,
everything is just a lie.
Whenever you look at the sky,
you can find something interesting in your eyes.
Not everyone around you is a spy;
wants to walk in your world and say “hi”.
But I, will always be the guy,
staring at you like the winter’s sunshine.
When your heart gets moist I know how to dry.
I always stand with you with smile.
I will never say “goodbye”.
Postscript. This is the first poem I wrote in English.