When all the joys conspired to leave your heart, And turned all colors that you see to gray, Your dreams dissolved, each one, its every part, You were now strangers heading each your way;
That road that faded on a bend hid her, You wished her figure reappears again, Though not today, too soon, as so it were, For even if wounds heal, you won’t know when;
And yet, you know, amidst the wintry cold, Half of the world is warm where hearts rejoice, Where joy replaces glum, as often told, And sorrow has to go without a choice; . . . . In time, your heart well see colors emerge, . . . . And dreams will come where joys would all converge.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
Don’t remember when it happened A year ago or a few, But a strange thing has happened And, for me, a very new. It all started with a prologue, As it always does, A prologue very interesting, For the both
You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow