The pastel used to cover the canvas,
Are the same used to cover you feelings,
And as sure as the waves take the raft away,
I find my self-waving to you from the ocean bedside where we lay together.
What was once something so beautiful like the pyramids,
Is now rubble like the stone hedge?
A beautiful ruin to which once was a sight of wonders
Is now a forgotten blessing.
Which once was my life is slowly being ripped away from me like,
The apple tree of my heart
Am I scared?
Am I happy?
Do I have the privilege of having feelings towards the love of my life?
Do I have the respect to communicate my love for the feelings of the love of my life?