Not you, not him and not her,
not my neighbor or my friend
It is more than a person
don't you think?
The real smile on a face
A bird out of his cage
To grow a garden to inspire and sigh
A flower opening its petals
The cat drinking from your milk
The bee taking its polen
And the leaves turning to the sun
So, don't you still agree?
It's the proud on your mum's eyes
It's a thank you from the heart
Wake up in the morning
and still having a chance
That is a bliss.
...
With love,
Swordyword.
