I keep asking why,
as if it will end the cry,
of my heart's want to try.

To start something with passion.
Since time comes in one precious ration.
Though I fear it won't be in fashion.

So I sit in fear,
and let others peer.
At gifts that make one dear.

That only come for life great wonders.
I know my heart now thunders.
I only make blunders.