He looked like a fairy,
Walked out of a fashion magazine instantly,
Jaded by his own sad stories,
He kept distance stringing his long due worries.
Blinded of his little setbacks,
Broken with realistic expectations,
He assumed his momentarily failure,
Giving in to those puppets weakly.
She urged him to hold on confidently,
For luck always remained a mystery.
Simple, Innocent and Sweet desire by 'Many Somebody'
yearning to 'Marry Nobody'~