Some stories are little,
Some are a bit bigger.
Everyone has such stories,
Behind the total figure.

Some stops all in a sudden,
Some are complete with suspense and turn.
Someday life is a dreaming garden,
And the other day we may get burned.

****** too had a love story,
But who remembers that so well!
That's how the shell goes on,
Having inside a sensitive snail.

Every story has an end,
That's how the new begins.
Don't you fear that ending,
That's not life's end.