Draw No Envy To draw no envy, when it comes to Love love is like an open book everyone wants to take a look, Fame comes when the heart feels pain, when the heart is broken it is ready to be spoken, writing is being written on the pages of emotions, When it comes from the heart everyone can feel that spark, when love has departed into the dark, blind affections of true reflections when the heart bleeds out on sea, into a winters breeze, that make the heart freeze echoes of crying hold the sighing of long ago when Love taken a stroll, The pains of fame made a home on pages of blood stain ink as the heart truly bleeds ill fortunes of lonely rage that comes along with age, applause to the old crying moon May and June has seen better of days that words had warm the ears that hears tears that falls with autumn winds wishing Love would find its way back again.