I don't know
Whether we're helping each other
Through Rough Times
Or
Beating Around the Bush
Of our Rhymes.
I know that
No one of us is Clever
And
We can always Count on
Each other Forever
As such
I can't do Alone
To have this Golden Crown.
I Love ‘Thee'
More than the words can say.
And
Can feel Thy's Breathe and Pray.
But it made the situation
So helpless to find any way.
I can feel Thy's thoughts
From across the Miles
And
Can read all of it's Heart's Files.
It seems
Thy's mind and Heart're
Struggling for their own way
Without thinking
For the relations to stay.
However Far the Waves may be
A tide in one causes
Splurge in other as well.
This makes me to feel
A prisoner in the Cell.
I feel Thy's deep concern
But can't see it's heart to burn.
Oh! My Dear,
Think twice to make
It an Ugly Turn.