PLEA FOR A TRIAL

Let me spill happiness on the road leading to your soul like spilled incense from a censer. Grant me the permission to nurse your broken heart with my alchemical tools and restore your heart; stolen totem of joy. Permit me to cannily mend your jagged soul shroud with my needle-threaded of affection and your soul's dormant seed of bliss shall sprout like seedlings under cosmic rays. Let me snare your troubles and make your wistful face a mirror reflecting merry. And your weary legs, let me massage them with my heavenly tender palms and your pains shall stampede like cowards at war front and for once never look back.