Everything feels wrong
Nothing feels right
When I close my eyes
You are there to hold me tight
A madden thought crosses my mind
Why are you so sweet, so kind
Why does the sun, the moon
Have to rise each day, pushing time into bloom? The scheme of life, flourishes, too soon.
Flourishes & opens this blooming heart of mine
With love & kindness that will last for all of time
A species has been created the moment that we met changing hearts of many, especially inside my chest. A scheme to find true love, is not to say the best. The heart is truly maddening, time pushes every test.
Much Love 💜 Much Life
I thought I commented on this before, but it seems that I didn’t. It is a grand slam.