The Love Rèsumè...

This world's full of no vacancy
Nothing to do or say
Since love is never advertised
Sending my rèsumè...

To love you with total of heart
When nothing I can give
By being the only one you love
My only objective...

My skill and expertise are vast
Far too many to count
No matter my experience
I'd never let you down...

Apart from fashion, trend and vogue
Simple and straight's my style
Though born stubborn, insane, alone,
I'd bring your perfect smile...

When world is darkened, cold and quiet
With nothing worthwhile in it
I'd seek vision through your eyes and
Rhyme thousand words per minute...

In business admin I still hold
A degree for my life
Though bachelor to such, I hope
One day you'd be my wife...

They say higher education helps
To move in career faster
And once you accept my request
In BA I'd be master...

When others are getting jobs done
Counting on acquaintances
May God be witness of my love
I'd bear own references...

Rant Of Faces Pt. II...

Still from awakening, I wake,
"I, good morning", to myself spake
In dim dark room's intimacy
The mirror's shade there smiles at me
A blithely face it quietly draws
I become me off errs and flaws
'Tis been quite long I've had my naps
Now on the roads, I'd roam perhaps
Then out to streets my shadow passes
Gently crossing through lads and lasses
Some scattered whistles my lip plays
While passerbys give me their way
Hungry I step in a restaurant
Listening to whispers, people chant
Of things and stuffs and dates and places
While I notice their smile of faces
Though not too long to them I hear
Their conversation's quite unclear
Wondering should I be hearing such chat
Still slightly listen to this and that,
*Her eyes are pretty, dark and deep
But those chinky edges make me weep*
*I'd surely offer him a rose
But fear he has a sneazy nose*
*Her smile is nice but teeth seem strung*...
"Oh, you who bear their twenty tongues",
I sigh and quietly leave that place
To them dare not ask 'bout my face
Day ends I return to home and yes
Again I'm faceless as always
Putting a crossed glance at the mirror
Somehow there feel quite inferior
My dark skin looks quite frightening
Needs supra-ultra-whitening
My sister says I've feline look
Perhaps 'tis for the beard I took
But foxy face I much adore
Suits my personality more
What if of all my beard, instead,
Peeled off my skin using the blade?
That way I'd root out melanin
Giving me the ever white skin
I'd take some flesh off my chin, plus,
My face would look like foxes thus
And suddenly my mirror's shade
Quite vanishingly there it said,
"If such is so you may assume,
Tell me, then I'll be seeing whom?"