When you can’t get even a measly word of reply out of her, no matter how you try, keep this in mind.
REASON:
When you hear the morning sparrow chirp,
Remember it is she, making vows never to talk to you.
LONGING:
Yes, yes indeed,
That she is an old soul I keep muddling,
That she is in love I keep forgetting,
That she too is mourning her heart I keep ignoring.
REASON: So you realize that?
LONGING:
Her beautiful woman’s body
That talks to me
Her legendary voice
That listens to me
You see, I want to be with her
Like there is no tomorrow
For me.
First I mused
Her giving
Then I bruised
Her giving
In my muses
In my bruises
It was like there was no tomorrow
For her
REASON: Is this any way to love her? Get a hold of yourself.
