Waiting for the storm to clear
I noticed
The wing took something away
I weeped and dried tears away
Denying a vanishing love
Evaporating as quick as perfume
But no one to assume
Devotions and love
Won't ever presume
Many blanks were not proved
Only loneliness
And expectations ever asked
Only supposed
Only replaced
By a crazy little thing called love
By a tendency called devotion
Every thing is possible
When in love is visible
Even the loved one is triumphant
No wonder everyone works like an ant
To preserve this piece of art
Then one day
With no one ever to dare
Or ever to say
No one care
Do they said
To avoid the misunderstanding
Avoiding
Real truth
Like my aunt Ruth
Never to refuse the truth