Untold tale of love;
The season to go crazy over the curly hair,
twisting the heart like a melodious tune;
Haunted by the stresses,
maketh the heart goes cuckoo and swinging in the air.
Heart beat beats faster like the rattling wheel of train.
Craving for a conversation seems like winning the lottery ticket,
a faraway dream.
When it happens,
one feels like worshiping the curly hair.
Romance has a name,
very curly curly.