4OO days Of summer

If the ObviOus’ is true…I’m left with Only clue…
As the time paint my peace in a strange hue…
When the truth is beating rOund the bush…
I just see my tender dreams crush
In a gush which is dictated tO all my days…
In a rush to reach the sweetest place…
I see convOlutions but nO cOnclusiOns
FOr sOmeOne sticking tO the nOtiOns…
I wish I cOuld slide intO that velvety heart…
And get each Of its page by heart…
Wishes hmm, dOgmas , deceiving perceptiOns
FOr sweltering summer here tOO appear springs…
Whatever is yur say …My heart just hOsts your stay…
Waiting fOr the day that unleashes the cute play!!!