The simple things do still my heart

Are those that breathe to me softly

Those that kindled my spirit warmth

However, finest fond asharest to me

No ifs nor buts I could imagine

For there's only one answer be left

Whenever the day grew uneasy

There it grows gently beautiful

All my troubles sent'st away

For nobody nor any may care for me

Though thoughts declines, but can't be

To mine with a power of simplicity

Each day that passed to me

Seemed to be beautifully portrayed

That ne'er doth a bit of pretention

To thou simple share vent on me

Though moments sometimes untrimm'd

Only the simple things to me do ease

Into clear and so does my soul

The simple share of finest love

Written by;

~ Bernando A. Minguita Jr. ~