I wandered lonely like a white cloud amidst the deep blue sky
Floating from one side to the other, affecting the colour
When my sorrow comes like this
She loves the withered tree
The dark moonless nights
She loves the cold and bare
morning fog before the sunrise
Her pleasure will not let me leave
She talks and I must listen
Even if my heart is torn
For that moment, she owns the wheel -
The thoughts and the movement
She loves the desolate deserted trees
The dark dreary sky
The beauties she alone sees
She thinks my eyes are blind to them and gets angry
That I see not the art and the peace it holds
But I tell her not to blame me
Only when I have the chance to argue with her
That I love colours too -
The bright blue sky lit with the sun gloriously
Washing my body in its heavenly gold...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
