I never thought that I would ever write a piece like this; perhaps this comes with age, or maybe my heart has softened. Whatever it
Remove the veil off your face And let your eyes see. How marvelous you are, my friend, How dear you are to me. You
My sweet, my lonely heart is skeptic. Each word, each action probed. Ideas scrutinized and questioned “not true” – the heart runs into a default.
I haven’t seen you for some time, and I have no desire. The time has quickly passed us by, like current passes through a wire.