Words are slipping away From my lips Flooded with emotion I am As the mirage finally came to life

Incredible is my mother She is kind like no other A pure Angel is nothing compared… Beautiful and fraich as dew, Enchantress

Everyday I worry I dread this coming month, September The milestone of our life The day our fate will be known

Dew is covering my garden, As an invitation to open my eyes Virtuous nature that thinks of me Irresistibly I am drove to you, Devoted and delighted

There is a used, Withered coat Hanging in that wardrobe Holes Run through it

When I look at his eyes I get a glimpse of his soul Bright, Only a gleam of sun makes them spa… Of a beautiful green,

No direction No certainty Only questions I Wonder what will come next My thoughts are fidgeting all arou…

Tears rolling down my cheeks I am sad Tired, Of torturing my mind Wondering

Of a Sunny yellow She wears a legendary name Growing at the place Narcisse had drowned From the own contemplation

He is of the men you see eveyday A nice fellow working his way But you don’t know him like I do As what defines him is virtue You would’t believe how many times