Dear kind heart, 

Oh my fountain of serenity, 

With all the world’s love and empathy; 

Don’t you ever get tired, 

Of giving love to every heart 

you meet?

You look so calm and placid, 

Though I sense a hurricane under your skin; 

Where do you bring all the stardust from, 

To leave it on every door you’ve been? 

Don’t you ever, amidst your endeavours, 

Run out of love for yourself, and feel empty?



And the way you don’t see, your own beauty; 

Somehow makes you more beautiful to me.” 


We taste our on blood 

and the injuries, they last; 

But never long enough to create a wound

and let reminisce the past. 

The tangling affairs and neck grips

are all part of the game, 

We play hard, with sportsman spirit, 

never two days are the same. 

We push and fall, hold and rise; 

Don’t need anyone, for one another we are suffice.

Bandages and bruises, 

honour our pride; 

and the wars, they don’t last, 

they dawn with the light.

Through the storms and waves, we hold tight, 

not letting each other give up; for alone a lion never makes a pride.