v. Accept my Respect

Oh dear beautiful, indeed a cruel world it is, For putting metal to hands, meant to be adorn by flowers and gems.

Oh dear young man, I advocate peace, metals are for maintaining it.                                            I‘m just a girl, no warrior or knight, Wishing well to all.                                                         Respecting farmers for their hardship and Soldiers for their sacrifice.

Oh dear beautiful, accept my respect for you A rare kind of girl could be found of traits  And be kind to let me know about you.

Lavaana my name, daughter of a father who serves this land,                                             People affectionately call him king Talamaar.    As simply she said, as hard he could digest.