CLOVER

 I hear you even though you are not here,

Your eyes, and the compassion of your care,

Are your best qualities being so great?

I can never disbar you or never hate.

 

How do I explain what everlasting love is about?

It is not an impulse, or a feeling but a given route,

Eventually the desires will fade,

The sensations will be lost and you will want a trade.

 

In the early stages of external devotion,

Your souls attach and goes in motion,

Something attracts like a magnet,

As your flame in your soul will be lit.

 

Some may question about spirits,

Those who lack, will not have any merit,

I feel your words about lips,

That I won’t lose your hand as we have a grip.

 

Something about fertility and blood,

A new flower will bloom with buds,

I haven’t forgot with the clover,

As I put my hand on your shoulder.

 

Something about the whiteness in your eyes,

As I can hear you starting to cry,

Something around your neck,

Is making our souls intersect.

 

Something to your left is precious,

Keep your head up high as it catches,

I hear words again from a distance,

While others are trying to listen.

 

Do not frightened my sweetheart,

For I have follow you from the start,

When you sleep tonight you will gain courage,

Look in the mirror, as I will release the storage.

 

It will be from all lost painful years,

As you have never bitten the apple of fear,

The stem will be pass down to me,

To give new life to the seeds of a new tree.