Living. Storming, monday's rainy.
Into wilderness and bewilderness holds among our feelings.
Should be Tuesday, Mondays I hate.
All of the week. All of my feelings. I love you.

Living. Should be living, not dying.
Into my world yours will be forever.
And your charming meaning of everything. Mondays I hate.
All of my love  to you, my darling.

Living. Weakness of starters.
Into my weakness I surrender to your honesty.
Should be Tuesday, I would not love you.
All of the rain can fall in Mondays.