The fated one

About the young woman who knew already

The time she wakes up

she looks for me

as if i'm a phone

she can't leave for too long

she is a sweetie

gentle and pretty

she holds my finger

i'm the one she lingers with

when she is dressing up

i get mesmerized just because

her cascade of jet-black hair

eyes full of love affair

the curves of her body

exudes a fragrance aromatic

she keeps me sinking deeper and

deeper in

there is no getaway there's no when

when she's moody and petulant

my heart gets softer than water and i just can't

for me she will put on prurient lingerie

she kisses me fiery

presses me under her body

when no one's around she gets me tamed

she'll call me by the pet name

when she misses me

she goes back to moody

she worries

about me getting rained on

getting too hot or cold

she'll tell me that when she misses me

her heart seems to be assailed by a bee

she'll say she hasn't heard from me for days

when she needs me she prays

i'd better be on my way

she's petite and i'm the one she needs

through life's ups and downs

in big city or poor town

as long as she can be with me

she insists to be happy

when i'm hungry and droopy

she brings me food

she keeps learning to cook

just to keep my stomach full

when i'm sick and faint

she'd coax me into taking the medicine

she cleans my wound

she brings me water and fruit

she watches over me all night

at times buries her head next to mine

when in her arms

i often think of mom

when i'm drunk

she wants to get in on the fun

when i'm crazy

baby is my company

she said if she were to leave me

she wouldn't be able to live lively

she said i'm her fated one

her lifeblood, force and so on.