It is madness says reason
It is cold says winter season
Mind says it is dust
Heart says it is rust
Experience says it is impossible
Sight says it is possible
It is what it is says love

I was walking with the rivers
Reached her home in no time
It was already night
Wrapped by the fireplace of her arms
Warmed by the trust in her smile
Couldn’t be better
I look at her falling a sleep
Eyes closed, Sleep well
It is what it is said love….