another day with no pain
another day with you again
another day i hope will stay
another day with us together
your mother is very special,
she likes to boil the kettle,
she irons and cleans,
she's the bee's knees,
ere her limbs frigidly,
stiffen too rigidly,
smooth and compose them,
' i love you'
the three words that can be said between two.
the three words from which you cannot escape,
wraps your life like a deep black drape.
how can we possibly understand the depth? ?
how can we possibly realise the strength? ?
how on earth can we control our feelings? ?
when from within us we let loose those innocent beings? ?