When you can’t get even a measly word of reply out of her, no matter how you try, keep this in mind.
When you hear the morning sparrow chirp,
Remember it is she, making vows never to talk to you.
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?
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
First I mused
Then I bruised
In my muses
In my bruises
It was like there was no tomorrow
REASON: Is this any way to love her? Get a hold of yourself.