Sweet, tender, kind, and caring they all say
Words soft as these bring one’s heartbeats to play

The shying secrets told in the late night
Vanish as the morning light comes in tight

Love and good-will are no rules of a game
But much like a newborn tied to a name

When tragic moments arise to a stage
A warm hand moves out through bars of a cage

Loyalty deeply rooted in the minds
Relieves the soul from torments that it finds

The rooms witness periods of utmost joy
That conquer a land much like that of Troy





                      NHH                              ­        "Plume"