THE LIBRA

Hey,

My old lady who is still, Trendy and starry.

Who is funny and messy but still, Sexy even when you are smelly.

Who gets scary when grumpy and very petty denying jealousy but still, The cherry on my ice cream full of honey.

Who is tired of work and want to stop getting sweaty but still, Takes the responsibility to ease other people’s heavy.

And Hey,

My Old-Baby,

Who had a wonderful journey to your fourty, have seen confetti, loved by Lovely, steady with plenty, merry and had serenity but still, You let me in so lively, So for that, you are more than just another ordinary,

You are the legendary Infinity.

TELL ME YOUR LITTLE THINGS