Tenderness, beauty,
nature, a so called duty.
why? There’s no reason.
Life, an ever changing season.
If understood,
questions about adulthood.
It’s like a living gift,
it should be peaceful, like a river’s drift.
No one ever tells,
that marriage is a sign for church bells.
Mumbling way,
I say, I say,
tears for all the lonely…
I can say this one only,
Love so heard to tell,
can break a witches spell.
Cries out of a soul
designated to fulfil a goal.
That is why
you want to cry.
It’s hard to say,
will it ever go away?
The heart’s story…