There is need in me
one that controls my surrounding...

It is true I don't connect emotionally
neither fall in love like puppies...

There is intensified will to do right by others,
charming our thoughts for acceptance to multitude...

I saw the moon,
next to her grave...

Roses are red,
violets are blue...

The south winds blow to the west
hoping to find that what man has yet to destroy...

It never started with pokes,
joy had formed...

The truth is,
Wish I could take advantage of the weather and...

The exception of love leaves a trail of broken...
emotional deprived souls...

I write her life,
Wondering what they write of mine...

Even I who have seen God,
knows not what he looks like...

As I stood there,
stood to watch the clouds fading...