You are the serenity I look for each passing day
and when you look back at me so lovingly
I know you're the divinity too
and I can spend the rest of my life
just looking at you

Ofttimes I find myself in love with his simplicity
and I futilely search for him in this busy city
not his smile, face nor presence
his soul is what I long for with this tenacity 

I'd like to lose myself again 
in that cold wintry night..
cozy in my own company
I'd like again to write...
giving in to feelings
with all my might
I'd bleed my heart out
in solitude, to write...

I will love you like the desert burns along the sun when they are together,
and when you will be gone,
just like every one else,
I will cry for you like the snow that melts at the first hint of summer...
and hoping that you'll be back
I will miss you like the clouds lose themselves when it rains...

Do you have a shoulder to cry on?
Someone who would listen to your deepest woes without judging you?
Or is it just you and the image in the mirror?

Exactly when will you give up?

When things will seem out of your hands ?

When situations will seem out of your control?

Will you try to control them? Or will you let go?

Will you give up then? Or will you keep holding on?

Don't tell me that I gave up; I didn't.

Because I didn't let go; I just let it be.

Do you know that pain of leaving when you look back expecting to see a face waving goodbye at you but all you see is a dark abandoned corner?

There won't be any reason to return then.

All you can do is look ahead and not to stumble and fall on the pit ahead waiting for you.