Do you know why love is like birth so very rare, for it know not despondency nor despair, It makes the impossible so near, it seems like the waves breath the air, Yes it mix our joy with tears but it gives us the will to pass planisphere.
If you have a fragile senses not a heart of steel, you will notice that true feeling may also has wheel,
No matter how many stars shining in the sky because only the Moon we call it dear, and through the love we spread upon our suspicion years, we never let our feelings drown or wrestling fancies in jealousy fears.
