It's gloomy and gray outside.
The sun disappeared from us.
I wish to be on the side
Of strong and tender arms,
Which can protect from the storm,
Which safe from the evil and harm,
Which cannot live on its own,
Playing on virtual drum.
They must belong to the man,
Who plays only a music of love,
Who able to be a gentleman
And stay on your real behalf.
If someone points the way,
To find desirable arms,
I'll paint this rainy day
Into the rainbow chars.
I'll look in his magical eyes,
To see there love and the truth.
I'll hug him to melt any ice
And give him a romantic 'Kuss'.