The world of melodies, the world of flowers,
Countless dreams in furtive hours,
Awakened eyes don't feel the sleep:
Sweet pangs of pleasure fills in deep.
Lyrics and rhyme lace a song divine,
The beloved burns and perishes...yet feels fine!
The enigma ne'er ceases, it kindles a fire,
A passion that intense, drowning in a fit of desire.
Yet meaning evades, playing hide and seek:
"You're in love, my dear,permit your heart to speak!"
Ah, but speech is a bitch, raising nothing but sighs,
While the bleeding heart saunters about the starry sky.
A Heart that heals is a Mind that knows,
Love is blind, it gropes and goes.
That's how the world breeds and dies-
In throes of adolescence, in promises and lies.
