Composition 107

My love…

I asked the heavens above,

Of whoever is there,

The reason of you and I crossing path…

Of why I raised my head and saw…

The reason why a smile was painted in your face…

I hear not a response…

Just the night growing old…

Tiresome, we both are…

So in the old cavern I lay…

Looking still at the eyes of god…

Hoping for an answer

I have not seen you my love for weeks…

Was I blind or was it just cruelty…