His mind: a wondrous place
His heart: sowed love
His smile: brought light
His eyes,
His eyes bore into mine.

The crystals,
The sorrow,
The sunshine,
It was all mine.

He was all mine
And I?
Well I,
I was his.

Words;
how insignificant they must mean;
sometimes
But they always get to everyone
Whether it is good;
or bad
It always has an impact

On you
On me
On everyone on this planet

It's 5 am in the morning
And the sun lights up the sky
The birds are soaring
While the cars pass by

There is laughter in the air
But there is also something more
There are people in despair
Some people who are bored

The sun waits all day long
For someone to give it tender love
But night comes with a song
As the sun sends it up above

The people cry at night
Thinking of the bad things in life
They finally hide all their might
They let it all out with a sigh

Day comes once more
But this time, it doesn't wait at all
It's beauty: from inside its core
Has gone up just to fall