It has not rained light for many days,
The wells in most eyes look
Thus friends are not easy to find
In this barren
Where most everyone has become ill
I need a drink, wine maiden, that cup with grape stain lined, for love that once seemed pleasing has burdened down my mind. Smell how the Western Wind shares her musk through tavern door; now feel our pumping hearts beat fast, watch our fears unwind. Why...
I am lost in a love, so great
O pain the hidden secrets will become open debate.
Shipwrecked we just float, O favorable wind arise,
May we one more time gaze upon that familiar trait.
Passage of time and the stars, are but what we fantasize
For compassion and kindness, it is...
"You should not give your love to the mouth of any man. You should wait for the one who has the valor and courage to cut off pieces of his soul with a knife and weave them into a blanket to protect you."
"When happiness heard your name, it began running through the streets...
There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.
In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,